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

flying-puerto-morelos

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

isla holbox hammocks blog

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

Sarah Somewhere isla Blanca

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

Stillness caribbean thumb

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

Sarah Somewhere Kundalini meditation

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

Sand art Puerto Morelos

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…

At home in Playa del Carmen

Quinta margarita rooftop

A couple of months ago, this photo appeared in my Facebook news feed and I felt a pang of homesickness. It was posted on the facebook page of Quinta Margarita, the place we called home for fifteen months of our lives. When we decided to go back to Playa, we did look around for another place to stay in the interest of trying somewhere new. But we couldn’t find anything that lived up to Quinta Margarita and we simply had … Keep reading…

The Road to Queretaro

Queretaro well

Land borders fascinate me. No matter how many I cross, I am always amazed by their peculiarity. I mean, a land mass is divided into ‘ours’ and ‘theirs’ and suddenly an entire way of life comes to a halt at a man-made line. Hard to wrap your head around, really. Especially at 6AM in the morning. Especially after six months in the US where Mexico seemed to be a distant (recurring) dream. These days I make the effort to be … Keep reading…

We’re Going Home

Home

I should be cleaning the house we are looking after right now. I should be packing. We drive to Denver to pick up the owners of the house tomorrow. Thursday, we begin the journey we have been craving for a while; the drive back ‘home’ to Playa del Carmen, Mexico. I’ve spent almost seven years living in places other than my home city of Perth, Western Australia. I have certainly missed my friends and family (which is when I usually … Keep reading…