A home of my own

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I’ve missed you guys. The last few months I’ve been relatively quiet here, processing the major internal and external shifts in my reality. I’m good. I’m really good. And I don’t say that flippantly with a plastered smile, I say it from my heart. My bleeding, slightly battered, open, hopeful heart. The heart that is leading me places I never dreamed because I never deemed myself worthy of them; couldn’t even conceive of them being possible. Until… I’ve experienced a few … Keep reading…

My beautiful, imperfect journey continues…solo

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I didn’t predict that in the time since my last post I would become a single woman, but then, how could I? I haven’t predicted anything that has happened on this journey which is what makes it so astounding to me. So, here I am. Just over a week ago, Tyrhone flew to the UK and two days before that, we decided to go our separate ways. Those of you who are connected with me on Facebook may have read my update: “Today I … Keep reading…

Join me for my Mexico retreat in 2016!

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I’m very excited to finally announce the ‘Journey to Shine’ retreat on Holbox island, Mexico in April, 2016. I say finally because it is something I have dreaming about, planning and sending out into the universe for some time now. Let’s face it, a retreat in Mexico has always been on the cards and I have had my eyes open for the right location for the last year. Then, in early May this year I went on an impromptu girls … Keep reading…

Yoga at the lights

Sarah Somewhere Kundalini yoga

I’m sitting in my (icily air conditioned!) car at an intersection south of Playa del Carmen. It is Saturday morning and the sun has well and truly risen over the horizon, casting its warmth over the jungle, the buildings, the beaches, the highways, the monkeys and the people. I love Saturday mornings. It’s the time I attend a Kundalini yoga class with my favorite teacher. A few of my friends have started going and we often converge afterwards for juice or scrambled … Keep reading…

The Boy Who Could Fly

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One of my favourite eighties films ever. And let’s face it, there were some damn good eighties films. Flying has been a constant theme in my life so far. I experienced my first flight in utero, when my heavily pregnant mum traveled from the dust-filled town of Meekatharra in northern Western Australia to the big smoke of Perth to give birth to me. Just a few months later I was on a plane heading to the other side of the … Keep reading…

Knee Deep in Paradise

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It’s no secret that I love the Caribbean coast of Mexico. But it’s ‘that time of year’ down here, when the humidity and temperatures threaten to rise above my enthusiasm for the place I currently call home. I’ve heard rumors about it being one of the hottest Julys on record, and I haven’t needed to quantify that theory formally because my core body temperature has already confirmed it. This, however, is nothing new to me. This time last year we … Keep reading…

Here Goes

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How do I describe the indescribable? How do I show up fully as my authentic self? How do I share my journey in order to serve others while protecting my sacred, inner life? How do I embrace my worthiness to live my soul’s purpose? These are some of the questions I have been reflecting on during my break from blogging. I haven’t really taken a break from writing, because I have been pouring myself into the pages of notebooks and … Keep reading…

Surrendering to Stillness

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When I was in first grade, I had an amazing teacher, Mrs Homme, who I’ll never forget. She encouraged me to start my first ‘blog,’ consisting of a scrap book in which I wrote about my life with thick crayon. Every week I would write a poorly spelled story and she would read it. Not only that, but she would write back to me, commenting on my observations. One week I told her about the kittens who were born under … Keep reading…

Kundalini Rising

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It all started in a yoga studio in San Francisco where I attended a Kundalini yoga and recovery workshop with Tommy Rosen, a teacher whose work I admire so much. That first class made me cry. Sob, actually. It was a physical reaction to a breathing exercise designed to cleanse and detoxify the body and mind. In that moment, I released a long-held sadness I wasn’t even fully conscious of. But actually, it started before that. I began practicing Kundalini … Keep reading…

This Day Will Never Come Again

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We were having lunch in Puerto Morelos, a small town between Playa del Carmen and Cancun. It was about our third day back in the Yucatan, and we were filled with excitement about being on the Caribbean coast again.   After spending the morning exploring the beaches south of the town, we went to our favorite seafood restaurant, ‘La Pepita’ and were treated to such a delicious meal accompanied by friendly service that we could barely contain our joy.   … Keep reading…