Jan 23rd, 2017
Oct 11th, 2013
I love leather. Shoes mainly, bags especially, jackets particularly. Unfortunately leather pants have never really fit my longer athletic legs. And even though I am from California, I don&rsquot hug trees. But you know what? I love nature and the environment, every single part of it. I am just a closet environmentalist. Which is why I spent the last day of my honeymoon cleaning up the sea.
The day after our wedding my now hubby and I were lucky enough to escape to a pristine island in Polynesia. Our room was directly on a white sand, mile long beach, with the perfect, crystal clear sea surrounding us, by far the most beautiful water I have ever seen in my life. We kept pinching ourselves to see if it was for real&hellip. because, quite frankly, it was more stunning than any possible doctored photoshopped rendition could ever be. Day after day we would wake up, look at the perfect blue water, stroll a meter to the perfect white sand, and spend the very tough perfect day chillin with it all. One day we saw a piece of seaweed, and another a day a coconut floated up to our feet&hellip but other than that it was just sky, sea, sand, a couple of neon and black very I.AM.YOU. looking fish, and us.
Then. It happened. I have heard of these currents before, the ones that inadvertently pick up the ocean&rsquos plastic and draw it all to the middle of the Pacific, there forming an island of plastic and trash the size of Switzerland, but given how insane that sounds, I have never been able to visualize it easily, despite the decent amount of research I have done on it all. But a mini version arrived on our beach to show me just how real the predicament is.
Within two hours of waking up on our consistently unscathed slice of paradise, the currents changed, bringing in tons and tons of trash to the very same pristine water and sand we had been enjoying for days on end. At first we were shocked and just watched what was happening, jaws dropped and bikini clad. Then we looked at each other and realized we could help, we had to help. And help we did, beginning to pick up everything possible plastic that had drifted towards us. The supply was endless – bottles, pens, peanut butter rappers, lids, diapers, bags, the list goes on and on. At a certain point we decided to divide and conquer, with him managing the shore and me the congealed islands that had formed in the water. After a few hours we cleared all the plastic in our line of site, bags and bags worth which we hauled to an area in front of our room for the hotel to pick up. We were wiped, sore (me especially after swimming around with a bag and spearing floating plastic), and dumbfounded.
We finally returned to our chillin spots and just gazed in silence, our minds clearly focused on what had just happened. This island of plastic in the Pacific is clearly true. Which led me to two thoughts. First, why our world’s billionaires have not simply trudged in and picked it all up (Any of you reading??). And second, we must each do our part to prevent this from growing.
It is always possible to help the environment, no matter where you are or what your schedule is, you just have to figure out what is realistic and works for you and your form of environmentalism. You have to pick and choose your battles so you don’t go insane, and even more importantly, so that helping nature survive is something that fits into your daily lifestyle as opposed to dictating the way you live.
I for one know I am guilty of using plastic water dispensers, which has to do with the original NYC tenement, now rusty, pipes in our loft. That is my honest, and still unavoidable downside. So when back in NYC I make up for it by picking up trash on the sidewalks, small and large. I pass on bags in my shopping and errands, instead adding items to my purses and totes. And most importantly, I always opt to pass on extra napkins, coffee cup lids, receipts, cup holders, cards, and the various small, but critical pieces now part of society’s tangible nomenclature that we dispose of almost immediately after we get them, and thus end up floating in islands of plastic in the sea.
We as individuals actually can make a difference. I saw it and felt it with my own eyes on my honeymoon. But we have to decide to do it, from the closet or out in the open, so that the world can remain an open sea of beauty for us to enjoy for centuries to come.
Oct 9th, 2013
Warrior 2. Separate your feet enough so when you bend your front knee it is directly above the ankle - and the femur bone is parallel up the floor. Think about floating up as opposed to sinking into it.
Oct 7th, 2013
Fall is here, which all to often means not only beautiful leaves, crisp air and leather jackets, but also endless business trips, work stress, and getting caught up in the rigamandroll of our modern life, without that chance to lay back, take a deep breath, or focus on the other things that are also important in life. Which is all well and good, but begs the question from this end&hellip are you being balanced?
This week we are going to make sure we are not solely the work and health warriors that are often in society’s forefront, but that we are warriors for the entire eco system around us that creates who, what, and where we are. Our families, colleagues, friends, environment, and so much more. We can all do little things to make the whole, our whole better. And at I.AM.YOU. we start with yoga on our mats.
May 26th, 2013
Reverse Warrior at Cannes Film Festival 2013. I.AM.YOU. style