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meatless monday: new food rules, runaway, and jon snow

Sara little yoga blog nyc salt
From the NYT: The Upshot: “Simple Rules for Healthy Eating.” Science-based and honest. Particularly thrilling: #3 (salt so good) and #7 (eat with your loves). Also: avoid treating any food like the devil.

Sara little yoga blog nyc aurora
Aurora’sRunaway.” Pretty, ethereal vocals from an 18-year-old Norwegian.


Seth Meyers brings Jon Snow to a dinner party. No brainer.

meatless monday: strange trails and morning rituals

sara little yoga blog nyc lord huron
Strange Trails,” Lord Huron’s latest offering, is a dreamy, weird album, and the accompanying Kurosawa-esque videos are equally bizarre and beautiful. A good listen for those who like their music in story form.*

sara little yoga blog nyc el rey
My Morning Routine. We’ve all got one. This site compiles them, and delivers brand new, inspiring morning rituals to your email every Wednesday, from people all around the world.

*(At 4:34 in the “Fool for Love” video, call the phone number. You’ll get drawn into a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure side-story. Cool.)

meatless monday: 3 meatless things for the week ahead

sara little yoga blog nyc odessa
“Grow” by Odessa. Sweet voice, sweet song, especially in the context of spring’s floral awakening.
Listen here.

sara little yoga blog nyc reverse warrior
Reverse Warrior
. Studio-to-street yogawear with peaceful undertones and 20% of its proceeds going to the Prison Yoga Project and the Veteran’s Yoga Project.
Buy here.

sara little yoga blog nyc super soft heroes
Super Soft Heroes.” A Norwegian cartoonist creates a coloring book for her young son after he says he won’t cry because Spiderman doesn’t cry:

“Boys learn from their role models… [w]hen my three year old son stopped crying because none of his heroes do, I had to take action because I think this is (excuse me) bullshit. I decided to draw ten soft super heroes and then strong princesses, just to give the kids some alternatives.”

Humanizing heroes. Download here.

wednesday wisdom: fall’s anthem, on repeat

This past weekend, I: taught four yoga classes. Attended a Brooklyn birthday dinner. Updated my iPhone. And rediscovered this song, which made its way back  into the shuffle…and back into my heart. Mostly because Alexis Krauss is just so. Kick. Ass. See her live sometime.

I know you tried so hard but you can’t even win.
You gotta try a little harder you’re the comeback kid.

wednesday wisdom: i believe in symmetry by bright eyes

Conor Oberst, aka Bright Eyes, first wormed his way into my angst-ridden, girly emo heart back in my early college years during the Bush administration. I was drawn then, as now, to his soulful, poetic, political lyrics. “I Believe in Symmetry” is a genius anthem (and dare I say, it’s super yogic! I mean that as a compliment, Conor!), a dark symphony of time and space, choice and fate, birth and death.

First the live performance, from last year’s Austin City Limits:

And now the lyrics, so you can sing along:

I Believe in Symmetry
Some plans were made and rice was thrown
A house was built, a baby born
How time can move both fast and slow
Amazes me
And so I raise my glass to symmetry
To the second hand and its accuracy
To the actual size of everything
The desert is the sand
You can’t hold it in your hand
It won’t bow to your demands
There’s no difference you can make
There’s no difference you can make
And if it seems like an accident
A collage of senselessness
You weren’t looking hard enough
I wasn’t looking hard enough at it

An argument for consciousness
The instinct of the blind insect
Who makes love to the flower bed
And dies in the first freeze
Oh I want to learn such simple things
No politics, no history
Till what I want and what I need
Can finally be the same

I just got myself to blame
Leave everything up to fate
When there’s choices I could make
When there’s choices I could make
And now my heart needs a polygraph
Always so eager to pack my bags
When I really wanna stay
When I really wanna stay

When I wanna stay [4x]

The arc of time, the stench of sex
The innocence you can’t protect
Each quarter note, each marble step
Walk up and down that lonely treble clef
Each wanting the next one
Each wanting the next one to arrive
Each wanting the next one
Each wanting the next one to arrive

An argument for consciousness
The instinct of the blind insect
Who never thinks
Not to accept its fate, that’s faith
There is happiness in death
You get to the next one
You get to the next one down the line
You get to the next one
You get to the next one down the line

The levity of longing that
Distills each dream inside my head
By morning watered down forget
On silver stars I wish and wish and wish

From one to the next one
From one to the next right down the line
From one to the next one
From one to the next right down the line

You get to the next one
You get to the next one down the line
You get to the next one
You get to the next one down the line