Inn of the Seventh Ray
If angels were to come to earth solely to experience the pleasure of the palate, they’d alight creek-side at Inn of the Seventh Ray, and over the next few hours of terrestrial time, would appreciate fully what it’s like for humans to delight in the bodily senses of food and wine of the highest possible caliber.
It’s been called “L.A.’s most romantic restaurant” for good reason. During the day, the light filters through the Topanga Canyon forest and dances shadows in the courtyard while the sun’s purest offerings are nibbled in reverence. (more…)




As of this week, I no longer have to live with the shame of never having visited New York City. Embarrassing as it is, in all my travels, NYC has just never been number 1 on the list. But then the perfect storm happened:
I love playing tourist in my own town. Every once in awhile on a Sunday, I pretend I’m on vacation with a couple of good friends, throw on the running shoes and go on an urban walkabout. Toronto’s one of the great walking cities. It also happens to be a
All over North America, people are getting hip to the pleasures and benefits of shopping at their local farmers’ markets. Not only do you shrink your carbon footprint buying local, the food is way fresher, tastier and healthier. By foraging at the markets, you eat in season, the way nature intended, while supporting your local economy and encouraging small farmers not only to stay in business, but to find exciting new ways to serve their growing clientele.
I’m throwin’ down some wild rice and wild mushrooms on a flame, dancing, clapping, lapping the warm Malibuian currents lofting three California condors, majestic, soaring, uniting the sacred, healing, finding our lost souls up here at
Wildlife, natural hot springs and a signpost forest await the Alaska Highway adventurer
With the excitement of the Olympics still fresh on hearts and minds across the planet, along with the spectacular images of snow-capped peaks, lush urban parks, sparkling ocean and a cosmopolitan urban core, Vancouver is the place everyone wants to be right now.
Shivering in your knickers? Cavilling the chill? Pleading for heat? When the weather outside is frightful, I can think of nothing more delightful than being wrapped like a burrito in blankets, kneaded like a soft loaf of cinnamon bread dough and warmed to the bone with hot stones strategically placed on chakras to move my chi and fill me with glee.
I’ve been here before,
Surprised to see the medieval city of Kathmandu on the “Green Cities” list? Me too, but
This densely populated island city-state in Southeast Asia was early to the table on environmental policy and has since become an inspiration for other cities (and countries) trying to achieve the difficult goal of sustainable development.
Wherever I go in the world, I like to check out the local market. It’s at the markets where you find the heart of the people, the land and the food.
Not only do the numerous hot springs running beneath the world’s northernmost capital provide its denizens with a place to soak and relax, but these geothermal springs also provide almost all of Reykjavik’s heat and water.
Anyone who’s ever visited free-spirited, liberal and tolerant Amsterdam knows that it can feel like a trip to the cottage.
With more trees than people and about 8,000 hectares of parks, ravines, valley lands, woodlots and waterfront natural areas, it’s no wonder Toronto residents have long been passionate environmentalists.
Chicago Mayor Richard Daley is ambitious, powerful, competitive, and, lucky for Chicagoans, green. He wants Chicago to be known as the greenest city in America, and seems unstoppable when it comes to planting trees (half a million since 1989) to beautify the city and provide much needed oxygen and shade; and he’s on a roll with greening city rooftops (two and a half million square feet) to conserve energy, filter rainwater and bring summertime temps down.
Of all “green cities” on my research list, Portland is the reigning green media darling for the past several years.
Perhaps the world’s most advanced practitioner of green city design, architect and former mayor of
What, exactly, is a “green city”? Is the term not an oxymoron? If a green city is an ideal whose time has come, why, then, does it still feel so impossibly Utopian?
Had I not been staying, several years ago, in a 17th century French “magnanerie” or silk production workshop, now a gorgeous