Dancing with the Divine Thu, 15 Feb 2018 11:29:58 +0000 en-US hourly 1 Isla Holbox – A special place in the sun Wed, 23 Aug 2017 19:33:17 +0000 Keep reading...]]> There are some places that get under your skin. Bring things to the surface. Teach you something new. Provide you with an experience you didn’t see coming.

Such was my recent visit to the tiny sand-bar off the Yucatan coast, Isla Holbox. I planned to go for a night, to meet with the manager of Villas Flamingos about my next retreat.

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I booked a simple studio for the night, rather last minute, and jumped on the collectivo (small public van) to the port town of Chiquila before taking the ferry to the island.

I’ve visited four or five times, and every time, as I journey through the small villages in the interior of the Yucatan, like Kantunilkin and Solferino, a sense of peace and contentment manages to outweigh whatever thoughts I may have brought with me. On this particular journey, sitting up front with the driver while he played Latin pop songs added some extra flavor to the experience.

It’s moments like these, when I am filled with excitement and gratitude for living in Mexico. Colorful moments. Simple moments.

As I rode the ferry to the island, I saw a tiny beach-front restaurant in my minds’ eye. It’s a place I’d seen many times before, but never eaten at. I decided to eat lunch there that afternoon.

Arriving on the island, I made my way to the Hacienda La Catrina in the center of town and checked in, then jumped on the back of the managers’ scooter with him to be taken to their other property on the outskirts of town.

A simple white building greeted me, seemingly in the middle of nowhere, but the thing about Holbox being so small is that you are never actually far from anything.

My room wasn’t quite ready, so I waited as a friendly woman busied herself changing sheets and folding towels. I told her there was no hurry and that I was heading out anyway. I asked if I could leave my bag and we began chatting a bit – I didn’t pick up everything, but she kept mentioning a name to me – Alex- saying I had to meet this person.

I didn’t think much of it, thinking maybe it was a local tour guide (boat tours are a common source of income for the locals in the winter months), until she ushered me to studio next door and then called out to Alex, who invited me in to sit down.

Alex’s place was seemingly identical to the simple studio I’d rented for the night next door, only it was furnished with colorful curtains, personal trinkets and more kitchen items than could actually fit in the simple cocina.

Turns out that Alex, a woman from New York, had been living there for a year. A professional photographer, avid foodie and culture lover, she’d found her place in the sun which so obviously lit her up from within. As she chatted about her love of the island, her eyes sparkled with an excitement which was so familiar to me.

The excitement of discovering another place, another culture, another way of life.

It’s a feeling which I identify with, keenly.

After chatting for a few minutes, Alex suggested heading to Victor’s Palapa for lunch. I said I didn’t know it.

“It’s just down on the beach. A simple place. They do the best fried fish. And it’s cheap!”

We strolled along the sand street, past the empty football field, emerging at the beach.

That beach.


Still, turquoise water stretched over the horizon like saran wrap. Pelicans soared overhead, massive wings outstretched. Children played in the shallows. Tourists baked in the sun.

“Here we are!” exclaimed Alex as we arrived at the palapa restaurant on the beach. It was same one I had in my mind while I rode the ferry.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe this! I’ve seen this place before but haven’t eaten here, and wanted to, today!”

Under the shade of an old palm tree, we ate ceviche, guacamole and fresh, fried fish with our toes dug into the cool sand, talking and laughing about life’s ‘coincidences’ and how we are always being led where we need to be, at exactly the right moment.

After a swim and siesta, we returned to the water for sunset. The sunsets on Holbox are surely some of the magical I’ve ever seen. While I have no idea how, it’s as though the sun is closer and more present.

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And there was something so deeply healing, meditative and connecting about watching a red disk sink into the horizon and disappear, leaving streaks of color in the clouds, surrounded by people doing the same thing.

I decided to stay a while. For more of these.


Sunsets are a shared experience on Holbox. Tourists, locals, expats, children and dogs all gather for the daily event. Conchs are sounded. iPhones are held at the ready, in an attempt to capture the beauty people are taking in with their eyes.

Glasses are clinked. Cans are cracked. Smiles beam and eyes gleam. It’s almost too much to take in, especially for those of us who don’t see sunsets like this every day.

Throughout the next week, I discovered so much more about the island than I’d initially hoped.

I visited Villas Flamingos several times for their amazing breakfast and met with the incredible staff, confirming it as the right place for the retreat (because, nutella for breakfast, hello).


I cycled around on a rickety bicycle, often at night, under a blanket of stars, feeling like a kid again.


And I met some incredible people, living and working on Holbox, including Lulu , a yoga teacher, who led me in the most beautiful private SUP yoga session one morning.

Oh, and not only did I meet Victor, the owner of the beach-front restaurant and cabanas, but I also found myself on a sunrise boat expedition with him and four British tourists to visit the flamingos of Ria Lagartos, via the small fishing town of El Cuyo where he was born.


This was a first for me and it was exhilarating to visit a new place, eating early morning street tacos while Victor roused his local friend from his post semana-santa hangover to drive us out to see the birds.

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What affected me most about my time on Holbox, however, aside from the spectacular beauty of Mother Nature which is ever-present, was the sense of community there. Throughout the week I shared food, stories and laughter with so many different people, including Nora, the delightful caretaker of La Catrina.

One night, cycling back to my room, I saw Nora in the street. I stopped to say hello and she thrust a tostada into my hands, saying, “Eat! Eat!”

This level of openness and kindness, literally brought tears to my eyes, and came at a time in my life when I didn’t realize how in need of it I was.

Cycling through the sandy streets in the late afternoon, watching children play, unencumbered by technology or the threat of harm, gave me an insight into how things can be, when we live with less.

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When there are less distractions, we are forced to be more present. When there are less ‘creature comforts,’ we are encouraged to be closer to nature. Less light pollution, more stars. Less television, more sunsets.

Less facebook, more actual face-to-face time.

On one of my final mornings, I sat at Victor’s cabana, having breakfast, and he came up to me, saying, in Spanish, “I have a gift for you from my heart to yours,” before placing two beautiful, tiny conch shells in my hands.


My heart almost exploded.

This unplanned trip provided me with more gifts than I’d anticipated, more love and more healing than I’d expected. And as a result, it solidified Holbox as a very special place in my heart.

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I’m excited to host another dance and yoga retreat here November 26 – December 2 and look forward to sharing the magic of this island with you. 

Nine incredible women are joining so far, some who have attended previous retreats (the first woman to sign up this year came to the Holbox retreat last year! ), and several who I’ll be meeting for the first time. 

There are still some places available if you’d like to experience this week of yoga, nature, laughing, dancing, community and connection with us. 

Holbox dance yoga retreat

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I’m still dancing (with a lot of help from my friends) Mon, 19 Jun 2017 15:40:41 +0000 Keep reading...]]> I’ve done a lot of things in my life. So many different things, that at times I have feared that I might never find ‘my thing.’ I’ve been a shoe salesperson (my first job at fourteen years old!), a pharmacy assistant, a waitress, an ESL teacher, a flight attendant, a blogger, essential oil advocate, a yoga teacher and a professional beach bum.

Sarah Somewhere Tulum

I’ve started lots of things. From books to business ideas (I’m still working on my tan though).

I’ve traveled. Europe, Egypt, Turkey, Morocco, China, the US, SE Asia, central America, India.

I’ve met a lot of people. So, so many people. When I think about the number of people I know, either from school or work or travel or through this blog, not to mention the thousands of people from different cultures who I’ve crossed paths with in foreign lands, I’ve decided that humans are pretty awesome. At least the ones I’ve met.

I’ve learned so many lessons the hard way – either by making mistakes or making an ass out of myself – but I am truly floored by people and places who have graced my path and led me, often unbeknownst to them, back to me myself at times when I’ve ventured away.

Through it all, though, the one constant has been my love of dance. Whether on a stage or in a nightclub or on a beach or in a studio or on the street or in my kitchen, it has taken many forms but always remained present.

I guess that’s why I started the practice of Divine Dance, because it’s the one thing that’s always been a part of me, no matter what other changes I’ve experienced.

Divine Dance party

These ever-evolving dance sessions have been the spaces in which I’ve been able to explore the concept of unconditional self-acceptance in a way which feels most natural to me, and I simply couldn’t do it without the community of courageous, adventurous and fun-loving souls who have shown up to the dance floors of Playa del Carmen, Tulum, Holbox or Bali with me.

It’s been such a surprising and humbling experience to be part of each person’s journey – they have all taught me so much about the bravery it takes not only to accept ourselves as we are but to express ourselves unapologetically in the world.

My friend Stephenie Harrison has been one of my biggest inspirations in this area. Her love of the dance and her commitment to it each week has not only kept me going at times when I felt like giving up but has also led to her becoming an incredible space holder for the practice.

She has led many of our sessions in Playa del Carmen and I have LOVED dancing with her. It’s been such a privilege to see her step into her power and flourish both emotionally and physically.

Divine dance community

We were blessed to have Ashlie Woods grace us with her infectious enthusiasm and energy this past winter which brought such a boost to our dance sessions and our community at large (she is sorely missed since she moved on to her next adventure in Guatemala).

Jeannie Mark has not only been a kindred soul to me in many ways since she moved to Playa del Carmen but is also a much loved member of our dance community; fun, sassy, supportive and always open-hearted.

Blaire Lindsay has been such a breath of fresh air in our town and of course, on the dance floor. Her feminine wisdom and compassionate heart has taught me so much. On a full moon evening in March, she led a Cacao ceremony before our roof-top dance session which was such a treat.

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Colleen Larkin is a dear friend, a birth coach and mother of one very beautiful baby (who was delivered at home by our beloved friend, Alison Baine). Between breast feeding and supporting other expecting and new mums, she somehow still manages to show up to the dance floor with her little one in tow and occasionally steals a night off to take me salsa dancing.

My sweet soul sister Karla is a devoted yoga teacher who always dazzles me with her ability to tap into her wild side on the dance floor.

I’ve had the pleasure of dancing with Danielle Pare and Sharonlee Latham in Playa del Carmen, (including a zumba class with local women which gave us all a run for our money – it’s hard work!!). I’m so blessed by their support and friendship.

Sara Jones is a long-time Playa del Carmen local, entrepreneur and a firecracker on the dance floor. She has been such an integral supporter of our dance community and was responsible for this write up in the local English newspaper espousing the benefits of the practice.

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Lauren Heineck is a chocolatier, conscious entrepreneur, humanitarian and all-round incredible woman who has attended two of my retreats in Bali and Holbox. She continues her graceful dance through life in whichever country she happens to be sourcing fair-trade Cacao.

My sister Holly Chamberlain is a young people’s advocate, speaker, hope-giver and joy spreader. She hit the dance floor with us in Holbox last year and again recently, concocting incredible playlists for our sessions and lifting me up with her unconditional love and never-ending support. To say that she is a gift to me is an absolute understatement.

Bisa Myles attended my first Bali retreat and has since overcome breast cancer whilst working hard to put her two girls through school. She is a quiet warrior who takes everything in her stride while still pursuing her dreams of travel and adventure. I’ve had the pleasure of seeing Bisa in Australia and the US and am looking forward to dancing with her again.

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Samantha Less is a courageous, kind soul who joined our dance community while on vacation and also attended my Bali retreat. She continues to dance it out wherever her journey leads her and always has great music suggestions for our playlists. Sam’s bravery to show up for life, allowing it to evolve her beyond her comfort zone, is a huge inspiration to me.

ALL the ladies who have attended my retreats in Bali and Holbox have inspired me endlessly with their adventurous spirits, overriding joy and support of each other. They’re connected in our Facebook community where we share playlists in order to continue the dance party at home.

It hasn’t all been about the ladies though – these past months I’ve been blessed by some incredible men who I’ve danced, laughed and learned with. I’m so grateful to have supportive, strong male friends who teach me, encourage me and inspire me (and introduce me to new music!).

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The fact that I’ve lived long and wide enough to have so many experiences and make so many mistakes and learn so many lessons is still a miracle which does not escape me. That I get to be surrounded by friends like these, along with so, SO many others who keep me afloat with their kindness, love and support is sometimes the only sign I have that I must be on the right path.

I guess that’s how this dance called life works. Putting one foot in front of the other (with an occasional pirouette). Showing up but trying not push. Letting go of the things that block life from flowing freely through us. Being thankful for we have and for what we are learning.

Personally, I’m grateful for my friends, near and far by whom I’m truly, truly blessed (who are certainly not limited to the list above – I’ve mentioned these ones so you can check out the incredible work they do in the world),

Their love keeps me going and keeps me dancing.

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Sooooo… My next retreat is November 26 on Holbox island, one of my favourite places in the world. I’m really excited about it. Yes, there will be yoga and dance, but the experience is so much more than that. There’ll be music and culture and sunsets and stargazing and new friends and more. Check it out. I’d love to share it with you.

Dance and yoga retreat Holbox Mexico

Commitment, Devotion and Marrying My Soul Wed, 30 Nov 2016 16:25:22 +0000 Keep reading...]]> “By day ten, you’ll be fine,” said my teacher with a knowing smile, referring to the morning sadhana practice we were all committing to as part of our Kundalini Yoga Teacher training.

The morning practice began at 4am, requiring me to wake up at 330am, douse myself in cold water from the simple ashram shower (a yogic therapy for the nervous system), dress in white comfortable clothing and walk through the grounds past the still-sleeping cows to the yoga hall.

The morning practice is the cornerstone of the Kundalini Yoga tradition, and while I had participated in sadhana before, it was always a ‘one off’ occasion and never for 23 days in a row, which was the length of the training.

I knew it was going to be a massive challenge to rise so early every single morning, and yet, a deep part of me was extremely excited and ready for an experience so outside of my regular routine.

While I had developed a certain level of discipline with yoga and meditation, it waxed and waned, and as it happened, the time leading up to my teacher training course was the most undisciplined and uncommitted I’d been for some time.

This, combined with a visit to the place of my birth for the first time in three and a half years resulted in an emotional ass-whooping so great that I was humbled enough to be ready for whatever my teachers delivered across the 23 days of training.

Day 10 rolled around, but honestly, it wasn’t getting any easier to get up for the two and a half hour practice.

On day 14, I woke to the sound of my alarm and groaned. To myself, and possibly out loud, I said, “I am not doing this for my soul, I am not doing this for God, I am not doing this for any noble reason, I am ONLY doing this because I said I would.”

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That morning, as my hands begrudgingly reached for my clothes and pulled them over my body, I knew it was only the commitment I’d made to myself which was seeing me through and nothing else. Left to my own will power, I’d have been asleep.

After the physical component of the practice, we began seven different meditations consisting of mantra, movement and breathing. Some were lovely and easy and enjoyable and a couple were extremely challenging for me, such as the ‘one minute breath’ where we would inhale for twenty seconds, hold the breath for twenty seconds and exhale for twenty seconds (the latter part basically simulates dying).

That morning, I found myself struggling with the meditations, so decided to give myself a break and lie down on my mat. Only, there was no peace to be found there either because my mind wouldn’t let up. I wasn’t happy meditating and I wasn’t happy relaxing. WTF?

Suddenly, I found myself up. Up and walking out of the room. It just happened. I stood outside on the balcony and tried to please myself with the view of the sun coming up over the Himalayan foothills and the sounds of monkeys and birds but that didn’t do it, either. Plus, there were some people outside who were MEDITATING and this felt like a complete affront to me.

Soon, the misery was over and it was breakfast time, thank God, followed by the usual 9 hours of yoga, lectures and meditations. Easy Peasy.

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That afternoon, I sat on my mat listening to Guru Shabd speak. Throughout the training we had many wonderful teachers, including his wife Gurmukh and many others, but it was with him that I experienced my most profound insights and shifts.

He spoke of the value of commitment over ritual. Commitment to ones own soul over any ideology or dogma.

I realized how easy it is to confuse these concepts, as happens so often.

He spoke about only being able to truly serve others via the devotion to our own soul.

Then he began speaking about the mind and the many games it plays.

“Your mind doesn’t want you here!” He laughed. “Your soul does, but your mind – no way!”

I laughed at the absolute recognition of this as my mind had ejected me from the room that very morning. Once identified, a huge weight was lifted from me. My ego had kicked my ass and it felt like crap, but now, it all seemed quite hilarious.

The next morning, sadhana was a very different experience. I’d faced my ego and befriended it. I had experienced it’s tricks and manipulations which led to my suffering. By surrendering to it, I was able to transcend it.

As such, I journeyed into the unknown territory of transformation which exists in a place beyond the mind. During the twenty second exhale of the one minute breath, I felt myself dying… and it was actually a really beautiful feeling.

At the end of sadhana, I bounded up to the front of the large room to high five my teacher and alert him to the BIG NEWS that I had finally been able to do the one minute breath, after just 15 short days!!!

He smiled knowingly and gently replied, ‘It gets you high, right?’

Ganga Graduation

Graduation day was indeed one of the most ‘High’ experiences of my life. I’ve watched so many movies set in India, simulating the color and life and energy of that magical land, but nothing came close to the experience of that day, embraced by the mountains and Mother Ganga and a thousand marigolds.

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That afternoon, between the graduation ceremony and our closing party, I had a personal reading with a master Vedic astrologer and teacher.

The planetary alignment at the moment of my birth told the story of me better than I could have.

“So… a lot has changed in your life, right?” he asked, gazing at my birth chart.

“Everything, it seems!”

All I could do was nod, laugh and agree.

With this insight came some guidance:

“You entered a new phase at the beginning of this year – the most important phase of your life. This new period requires clarity about who you are. If you remain committed and devoted to who you are and have no doubts, you’ll have a wonderful time because there is a lot of energy behind you.”

Everything he said resonated with what I already knew deep within me, but it was extremely encouraging to receive this confirmation from the Universe.

The Science of Vedic astrology, called ‘Jyotish’ uses gemstones to harness planetary energy and emerald was the stone suggested to me for the next phase of my life.


The following morning, after an incredible evening of dancing and celebrations, I found myself in a gem store looking at emerald rings.

I wasn’t intending to actually buy one, but there I was, with one particularly sparking stone on my finger that looked like it belonged there. Moments before, I wouldn’t have imagined buying something so decadent for myself, but, like all defining moments, they surprise you.

The thought emerged in my mind, “I’m almost 36 and I don’t know whether I’ll get married, so why wait for someone else to buy me a beautiful ring?” It was indeed a leap for me to buy it. An act of faith. Faith in myself and in my own prosperity.

It represents more to me than a pretty stone or even an astrological reading.

It represents the time in my life, at 35 years old, that I made a commitment to myself and married my own soul.

It’s not easy to remember who we are in a world which seems to be intent on our forgetting. I’ve already forgotten a few times since my training ended five weeks ago.

But every time I glance down at my hand, at the shining emerald on my finger, I’m reminded of the moment I decided to fully commit to myself – my True Self – who is strong, bright and victorious.


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Keep reading for current news and ways to connect!!!!!!

I’m teaching Kundalini Yoga in Playa del Carmen, Mexico on Mondays and Wednesdays, and hold Divine Dance sessions on Saturdays. If you find yourself here and want to join, let me know! You can find me on Facebook.

I’m beaming out my ‘Pura Vida’ intro to Kundalini yoga course via video. If you would like access to this online course, please head to this page for info on how to make the payment and access the 6 week course, which begins on Sunday December 4. The opening special is just US$50 and includes access to a live, weekly meditation circle and membership to a private Facebook group where I will share more resources to support your journey of discovery.


Places are filling for my next ‘Remember Her’ retreat – join us for a week of Divine Feminine connection in paradise, April 23-29, 2017. P.S Sign up for the retreat this week and receive FREE access to the online course.


I’m working with a very limited number of people individually, via Skype. If you are ready to commit to your Soul, find out about my ‘Soul Sherpa Sessions’ here. Email me on to begin. All individual clients also receive FREE access to the online Kundalini yoga course.

Hope to see you along the way, somewhere!

Sarah xxx

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India Reflections and My Upcoming Retreat Wed, 26 Oct 2016 03:53:48 +0000 Keep reading...]]> My feet may have landed back in Australia, but my heart is still filled with the sights, sounds, smells and surreal experiences of my recent journey to India.

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I just completed the Aquarian Kundalini Yoga Teacher Training in Rishikesh with the renowned Golden Bridge Yoga School, which was one of the most magical experiences of my life.

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The training was intense beyond my imaginings, deeper than I expected and more thrilling than I ever dreamed it would be. I loved every minute, even the challenging ones, of which there were many.

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The people I met both in and out of the course and the experiences we shared have deeply affected me, and will remain sacred treasures in my heart. I’ll never be able to describe the last month, so I’ll be spending the rest of my life expressing it.

This journey was the greatest gift I have ever given myself and I am so thankful for your kindness and encouragement which I carried with me throughout the journey.

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You can see some updates from the trip on my Instagram page.

In an effort to share the Love, I’m excited to announce the details of my next retreat in Mexico next April.


All the information is here – please let me know if you have any questions.

This update is short and sweet today, because for the first time in a while, I’m lost for words.

So I’ll leave you with someone else’s:

“What is Love? It frees you. It silences you. There is no craving in that Love. There is no longing in that Love. There is just Love.” – Anand Mehrotra.

The Golden Temple Amritsar

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My journey with sex, shame, intimacy and celibacy Mon, 12 Sep 2016 13:14:56 +0000 Keep reading...]]> I haven’t slept with anyone since I became single last December. I keep thinking (and saying) that it was ‘about six months ago’ but it has actually just gone nine.

Nine months. A sacred time. The time it takes to gestate a baby, only this time has been about birthing me.

I’m telling you because I assume you want to know (everyone else seems to and I don’t mind a bit) and this topic of sex and intimacy is really important to me because it’s an area I have struggled with my whole life.

I had my first orgasm at about nine (yes, it’s going to be that kind of post). It was an accidental occurrence between myself and an over-sized teddy bear at my grandparent’s place that started the ball rolling and it was… wonderful.

Who knew it was possible to create a feeling like that? I felt like I’d stumbled upon a hidden secret, which of course, I kinda had.

I remember my grandfather coming into the room shortly after I made my discovery and I felt like he knew exactly what I’d been doing, even though he probably did not. My cheeks blushed and I was filled with shame at the possibility of him knowing.

I continued on with my hidden practice for the next eight years (minus the bear), but despite my self-mastery, I was not ready for my first time with another person. I was seventeen and more concerned with fitting in than just about everything else.

It was not special or loving or cutely awkward.

It was not even the slightest bit enjoyable and was far less fun than the time with the teddy bear. I’m quite sure alcohol was involved.

My boyfriend then cheated on me and dumped me because I didn’t want to do it much after that.

I fell in love at 19, in my second year of university. He was a caliber of person who was worthy of my love, only I didn’t believe I was worthy of his.

I made up for my lack of self-worth by creating pleasurable experiences with him in the bedroom and it was beautiful. It was such a relief that I could enjoy sex with another person (sober!), rather than just by myself.

Then, one day, he shattered the confidence I’d built by telling me that my sexual appetite was ‘a bit much’ for him.

The familiar searing of shame burned through me.

First I wasn’t enough, then, I was too much. Which one was it?

I had a beautiful boyfriend for about two years in my early twenties.

I considered what we had to be a healthy sexual relationship but one day he gently observed: “You love orgasms, but you don’t really seem to love sex.”

That one stumped me. What was the difference?

But he was kinda right: by this stage I was in my final year of university reading feminist literature and becoming obsessed with the female orgasm.

I was so enraged that there was so little information about it and that it seemed to be overlooked by society at large.

I became a self-appointed, female orgasm advocate and a firm supporter of equal pleasure-rights.

I had no qualms about taking matters into my own hands (literally) to have my needs met if it looked like they might not be, which is why my sweet boyfriend at the time had a point – I was making it all about me and actually not about ‘us.’

Fast forward to my living room in Mexico several months ago…

I’m 35 and single after the end of a nine and a half year relationship with Tyrhone.

I’m posing a question to a friend in the hopes that I may shed some light on a concept that had seems to have alluded me in all my relationships, both short and long-term.


By then I knew that it wasn’t merely physical pleasure that I was seeking through sex, because I had experienced that in spades, and yet, I knew I’d been missing something.

“I mean, what IS true intimacy?” I asked.

After bandying around a few thoughts, the definition we settled upon was this:

Intimacy is the experience of seeing and being seen. 

It turned out that for me, true intimacy was less about sex than it was about being seen, appreciated and known and reciprocating that to another.

In that moment, I decided that sex for me could only ever be an expression of that.

Anything less would be dishonoring myself and another.

Hence, I now find myself exploring the longest period of celibacy that I can remember.

But before I go on, I feel called to share a bit more of my journey with sex, shame and intimacy.

When I met Tyrhone, I felt like I’d finally found it. The first time we made love I remember thinking, ‘So, this is what they are talking about in the movies!” It was passionate, romantic and tender. It felt like we fit. 

Things moved fast and before long, we’d moved countries together and were shacked up in Australia paying bills and playing house.

By this point, my drinking had progressed beyond the ‘good time party girl’ status I was desperately trying to cling to, and into the red zone of addiction. Honestly, I had always hovered in the red zone with my genetic pre-disposition, combined with unhealed childhood trauma and warped self image, but I denied that for a long time.

I now know that we didn’t stand a chance against my addiction. If intimacy is what I now believe it to be, then sadly, we would never have it because I was unable to see myself, let alone him.

In my denial, my desperation and my dis-ease, I pressed the ‘destruct’ button when I slept with someone else after an extended drinking binge.

Guilt and self-loathing would have eaten me alive had I not told Tyrhone, who I had been with for 3 years at that point, so I vomited my truth over him and watched him break before my eyes.

It was the most harrowing thing I’ve ever witnessed.

I did this, I did this, was all I could say to myself as I watched him writhe in pain.

I did the thing that I said I would never do and I no longer knew myself. My self hatred was fueled by this ‘proof’ that I was not a good person, because good people don’t hurt the people they love (I obviously knew nothing about the nature of addiction then).

He did not yell at me or call me names. I would have preferred that at the time, for it would have given me something to be self-righteous about.

Rather, he offered to forgive me, which made it even worse, for I no longer trusted myself with his love.

His was the Grace that saved my life, because I could no longer kid myself that I was okay and I knew I had to get help. 

Tyrhone came with me to my first AA meeting. I found an intimacy there that night that I’d been looking for my whole life in sex and men and parties and booze.

I saw them and They. Saw. Me.

They knew me. And they gave me a shred of hope that there was a chance I could know myself.

Two years into my recovery and our healing, we left to go traveling. The psychologist I had been seeing before we left told me that statistically, we probably wouldn’t make it as a couple but the defiant and idealistic part of me desperately wanted to prove her wrong.

I was sober. We loved each other. Surely that would enough.

But oh, how little idea I had about the journey of self-recovery within a relationship. How difficult it would be to show up for another when I was just learning to show up for myself.

And yet, we both did a damn good job of trying.

It may seem strange to talk about a relationship being a success after it ends, but I still declare ours one. And I am so grateful for the growth and love we gave each other.

While I risk being judged on my past mistakes by writing this, I am grateful to be finally coming to a place where I no longer judge myself.

I am certainly not proud of who I became, but I love who I am becoming as a result.

So, back to celibacy.

I didn’t decide to be celibate, I just decided to honor myself in a way I never have before. The way that 17 year old girl deserved to be honored but didn’t know it.

Celibacy, it seems, is part of that journey for now.

I’ve actually never felt more connected to my sexuality, because I am finally honoring my body, my soul and my heart.

My trauma in this area came from a lack of awareness, disconnection and chronic self-dishonoring. My healing is a direct result of awakening to my divinity, which is guiding me into self-love, one day at a time.

I want true intimacy with another, there is no doubt about that, but I am not willing to bypass any part of myself to get to someone else.  

I’m realizing that it’s going to take a very special individual to be able to see me, because there is a lot of me to see, but I trust that when that time comes, I’ll be ready to see them too.


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When Your Fears Come True – My Return to Australia Sun, 07 Aug 2016 12:58:05 +0000 Keep reading...]]> I’ve recently landed in Australia after a beautiful, revealing, connecting time of retreat and travel in Bali. We had an amazing experience together breathing, laughing, crying, eating, swimming, praying and DANCING in a peaceful, remote part of ‘the island of the Gods.’

Bali retreat dance 2016

It’s the first time I’ve been back to Australia in three and a half years, so needless to say I’m due for a visit.

It’s winter here and many of my friends forewarned me about the ‘Nordic’ temperatures, but after experiencing winter in Colorado and Montana in 2014/15, this is nothing.

Sarah Chamberlain Perth

This is the riverbank a short walk from my Mum’s house – the place I envisage when I think about Perth. The other day, after a lovely coffee date in the Swan Valley, we came here for a pate, cheese and kombucha picnic.

It was so peaceful and I’m so happy my Mum lives in such a lovely spot which is both close to the city and a nature reserve.

Perth is lovely. It’s clean, well-maintained, organised and pretty. It has changed a bit in the last few years with a lot more cafes and restaurants, a newly renovated airport and a fantastic stadium for events where I was lucky enough to attend the Cure concert on my second night in town.

It was an awesome show on every level and I’m so glad Perth finally has a world class venue to host world class acts. Plus, Robert Smith still sounds absolutely INCREDIBLE.

The Cure Perth

We drove past my old apartment the other day. The one I sold to allow me the freedom to travel. It’s a great place in a lovely inner city area, but driving past it didn’t pull any heart strings (the new funky donut store on the corner kinda did though).

In fact, I had the same feeling I had while I was living there, like maybe it should have made me happier than it did.

There hasn’t been a single moment of regret over selling it, or about any part of my journey, actually, which makes me want to time travel back to my four-and-a-half-years-ago-self and say, “There is really nothing to fear!”

Before we left on this adventure in February 2012, my biggest fears were that I would end up single, broke and homeless.

And some of those fears came true. I’m single and kinda homeless, but while the bank account is definitely lighter than it was, I’m not broke.

I’m staying at my Mum’s house in the same room I spent my late teens and early twenties, but it is a treat to be tucked into bed every night rather than a drag.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m far from immune to my cultural programming about the definition of success and this does trip up my self-esteem every now and again. But that is my work to do; to let go more and more of what ‘they’ supposedly think about my life and ask the more important question:

“What do I think about my life?”

My answer is that I love it.

I wasn’t able to say that before we left four and a half years ago.

I haven’t done or achieved many of the things that I wanted to in the early stages of the journey. I didn’t become a professional writer or publish a book or create passive income online. And I’m glad, because life has taken me in a different direction and I know it’s the right one.

I don’t have a plan or set goals or a grand vision, which I know goes against so much advice about success. But I have discovered a path of success that is working for me because it’s levered me out of addiction, depression and disconnection to a place of inner happiness I never thought I’d experience in this life.

And the greatest gift of that success is that I have served and helped some people along the way.

Today, my only goal is to serve my soul and in turn serve others, by living my dharma, my true path.

Just don’t ask me what the details of that path are, because I don’t know yet, I just know it involves sharing, connecting, dancing and yes, teaching.

I had such a great catch up with the beautiful Karyn of The Lost Lemurian on my last night in Bali and as we were sharing about our respective journeys she refreshingly stated, “I do not know what the fuck I am doing!”

I laughed so hard at the recognition of this because when you make the courageous leap from the head to the heart, it feels very much like not knowing what the fuck you’re doing. And that is one element of this journey that has not changed. What has changed is getting used to that feeling as an almost constant companion.

Coming ‘home’ has amplified it all again for me but I am LOVING seeing my family and friends and am reminded of all the amazing people I am surrounded with wherever I go. While I stumble over the question, “So, what are you doing?” (because, like I said, I don’t really know),  I do know I did the right thing by taking the risk to change my life and that the ‘more’ I was looking for actually does exist.

Things are pretty good in Australia and I’m so happy for my friends building wonderful lives here. My soul just needs different things in order to sing. This I know, more than ever, and that is such a gift.

The other gift is being reminded, yet again, that the voice of fear is bullshit, life is short (and so, so precious) and the only Right Way is the way our heart leads us.

I hope you are following yours.

Bali retreat temple

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Sarah xxx

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My Summer of Love Tour 2016 Wed, 13 Jul 2016 00:54:06 +0000 Keep reading...]]> This time last year I was in ‘The Summer of my Discontent.’ I actually called it that to add some levity to what was an extremely heavy time for me.

I’m grateful for that time. My suffering has never, ever failed to (eventually) deliver me into Love, propelling me forward into freedom.

I simply had to make a massive change or go through life forever feeling like something was missing. Turns out what was missing was me. I decided to choose myself and follow the truth of my heart at all cost. That action and an ongoing commitment to self-honoring has led me directly home to myself and given me a new sense of wholeness.

Now I find myself in a Whole New World, far beyond anything I’ve ever experienced or dreamed possible.

Sarah Chamberlain Divine Dance

The story of how I got here is a long one and you can find the full recap in the pages and pages and words upon words contained in this blog.

I’ve told you all about it and I am so thankful you’ve witnessed my journey.

It makes me able to stand in the glory of my new reality and tell you, ‘Yes, it was so worth it.’

And it continues to be. Despite my fear and self-doubt which still rears it’s head (usually when I’m making a big leap like this one).

So hopefully, you will know that any struggles or suffering you are experiencing are doing the same thing for you – always helping you realize your Self more fully.

Every, single bit. Every single piece of doubt and fear; rejection and confusion. It’s all leading you home to the light of your True Self.

And I promise, the True You is more luminous, radiant and beauty-FULL than you think.

So, I’m flying now. Literally and figuratively. I’ve just returned from an impromptu heart-led pilgrimage to Mexico City, Glastonbury, Ibiza, London and Paris which was a magical trip led by intuition and Joy.

And now, after a quick stopover in LA, I’m in Bali for my Journey to Shine yoga, meditation and Divine Dance retreat. (I still have one place left – join us!).

Afterwards, I’m heading to Australia to spend time with my family and friends – many of whom have been creating beautiful babies I need to meet and squeeze.

AND THERE WILL DEFINITELY BE DANCING!!!!! (Seriously, Perth gals, hit me up with your desired days and times so we can get together and dance!)

I’ve planned to head to India in late September to immerse myself in Kundalini yoga and community with a beautiful teacher I met in Mexico over a year ago, but honestly, it’s so far away that I have no idea where I’ll be by then.

I’m learning that all I have is each moment in which to choose the highest calling of my soul, and that my soul doesn’t care much for plans made months ago. So… we’ll see!

The transformation which has occurred within me these last few months is such that I’m not requiring anything from these these experiences that I don’t already have.

I’m overflowing with Love and know that I have Everything I’ll ever need. And yet, I know there is always More to experience, More magical people to connect, laugh and dance with and More Love to express and share.

So that is why I’m calling this journey my ‘Summer of Love Tour 2016.’

To celebrate everything I’ve been given. To remember who I am and why I’m here.

And to say Thank You. To Life. To the Journey. To You All.

I’m so grateful. Truly.

Sarah Chamberlain Playa del Carmen

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I know there is so much more coming that I’m feeling an ending of what was. Nothing remains the same, and I know I need to let go in order to welcome what is being born.

I’m free-falling into Destiny, which appears to be unknown, yet I know in my heart that it contains my Highest Joy, Deepest Desires and Ultimate Love. There is really nothing, ever to lose and Everything to gain.

I’ll see you along The Way Somewhere,

In Love All Ways,

Sarah xxx


“I cannot lose anything in this place of abundance I found.” – St. Catherine of Siena

All photos are shot by the amazingly talented Ashlie Woods. She is INCREDIBLE and I cannot recommend a session with her enough.

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The Biggest Lie I Ever Told Mon, 13 Jun 2016 15:48:03 +0000 Keep reading...]]> I’ve come to realize that all of the suffering I’ve ever experienced was based on a big lie I told at a young age.

It became such a part of my psyche, however, that I barely noticed it’s existence. It wasn’t until recent events encouraged me to look at myself through a magnifying glass of truth, that I realized how embedded it really was.

That lie was, “There’s something wrong with me.”

If you were to take that magnifying glass of truth and turn it on yourself, perhaps you will discover that this lie has been present throughout your own journey.

In fact, I pretty much guarantee that if you have experienced addiction of any kind, depression or disconnection from life, you’ve told yourself this lie at some point.

That lie again is, “There is something wrong with me.”

And if so, believe me, you’re far from alone.

I was talking to a friend about this over breakfast just the other day and she asked me, “Why the hell do you think we did this? Believed there was something wrong with us? It doesn’t make any sense now!”

We both agreed that while our lives contained some challenging experiences, they were not of themselves responsible for this lie which we told ourselves.

I hypothesized that we created this belief during the ego-development phase of childhood, when our personality was being formed. During that phase of development we were the center of our universe and were interpreting every experience through a lens of ‘what does this mean about me?’

If we perceived certain circumstances of our lives to be ‘wrong’ then we automatically assumed it must’ve been because there was something wrong with ‘us.’ This happened to be the same time the major chemical pathways of the brain were being created, which embedded this interpretation as reality.

While that hypothesis may or may not be the reason for the development of this belief (nor does it really matter), I know one thing to be true – it is total bullshit.

It’s such bullshit, in fact, that it now seems preposterous to me that I ever created it, and yet, for some reason, I did and it became the driving force of my life.

This drove me to attempt to ‘fix’ myself, which manifested in approval seeking, people pleasing, pretending, perfectionism and addiction – the latter of which served to create proof for the lie.

It was an insatiable cycle to exist within, the saddest part of all being that I wasn’t present for many of my experiences because I was always trying to get somewhere that didn’t exist.

It’s like obsessing over fixing a car for your whole life when it’s actually run perfectly the whole time.

I’m sharing this with you because I’ve come to believe, through the personal conversations I have had with many people over the last several years, that many of us still hold at least a remnant of this belief which if turned around, frees us from so much suffering.

For me, letting go of it has involved a deep dive into Truth, surrendering to the Unconditionally Loving Source of all things.

What is continually revealed to me is that nothing has or ever will be wrong with me. I am not inherently flawed and never have been. Not in my worst moments. Not in my darkest hours.

It was the belief that there was something wrong with me which created my suffering, nothing else.

A mis-belief that I wasn’t even aware of for a very long time.

A lie.

The good news is that if there is nothing wrong with me, then there cannot possibly be anything wrong with you.

That’s right. There is nothing wrong with you.

I’ve also realized it was actually a pretty arrogant belief to hold. By thinking that there was something wrong with me, I was effectively separating myself from the perfection of all creation.

Thinking that the Creative Source of the Universe got the stars, the oceans, the geometric precision of snowflakes, pollination, the law of gravity and planetary alignment right but somehow along the cosmic factory line made even a tiny mistake with me is a level of delusion so great it now makes me smile.

As the layers of this lie is removed, I am embodying a state of radical self-responsibility, free of blame and victim hood.

At the same time, I’m being made me aware of my own Greatness, in that I now know I am here to receive Love, share Love and Be Love; expanding into a fuller version of myself by knowing how perfect, how whole and how Right – on every, single level – I really am.

And that feels a lot more true to me.

Sarah Chamberlain

“Illusion is viewing yourself less desirably than the Universe does.” – Matt Kahn. 

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Video: Dance for JOY! Mon, 30 May 2016 12:58:08 +0000 Keep reading...]]> Happy Monday!

Dancing is and has always been my greatest JOY. I believe life is a Divine Dance to be enjoyed and experienced fully by EVERY BODY and so I hope this video of my recent dance improvisation encourages you to put on your favourite song or three and dance you booty off!!!

Note: there is a password for this video. It is divinedance.

Divine Dance Joy – Sarah Chamberlain from Sarah Chamberlain on Vimeo.

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More info on the Divine Dance movement is here. Check out my recent 80’s inspired spotify playlist to the right! 

Join me in Bali July 17-23 for an amazing yoga, meditation and dance retreat! 

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All The Things I Did Not Do (a poem) Fri, 06 May 2016 15:49:56 +0000 Keep reading...]]> I did not buy the cheap house on the island no-one knew about.

I did not finish the course.

I did not climb Mt Sinai.

Or publish the book.

I didn’t start that business I mapped out in my mind.

I did not learn Spanish.


I did not attend my graduation ceremony.

I did not build the empire.

I didn’t tell him I didn’t want to.

I did not trust my greatness.

Or follow that sensible path.


I did not settle for my DNA.

I did not accept there wasn’t more.

I did not leave the bar when asked.

I did not tell the truth.

I did not give up on beauty.


on beauty

All these things I did not do, but what I did, I did instead.

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