Hi, I'm Laura

Yoga teacher, writer, sailor, plant-powered, cancer-surviving, global mischief-maker 💫 

In the last 6 years (since breast cancer changed my life), I've trekked though the Peruvian Andes, lived in a tent for 4 months in an ashram, trained as a yoga teacher in the Bahamas and Spain (400hr RYT), worked on a boat in the Caribbean, got my heart broken by a girl from California, sailed across the Atlantic, volunteered at a refugee camp on Mount Olympus, raised over £30k for charity. Amongst all that, I've also fallen apart and put myself back together more times than Donald Trump's tweeted about 'fake news'. I want my healing to inspire yours.

Big Dreams

healthy body, peaceful mind, happy heart, published author,  sail around the world by 40

Love

the smell of new books, my 4 rescue pups, laughing my odd socks off, yoga magic, chef-y friends, epic playlists

Don't Love

the smell of cooking mushrooms, mindless TV, duck-pout selfies, over-thinking, matching socks

Most of us need healing, it doesn't have to be boring...

May my suffering be of service (Danielle La Porte)

May my suffering be of service (Danielle La Porte)

May my suffering be of service.

When the suffering is almost intolerable.

When you’ve had all you think you can take. 
When you can’t comprehend what the “gift” in the pain might be. 
When it’s not making any sense. 
When you’re asking, God, Life, WHY?

There’s this:

May my suffering be of service.

At the very least.

May some good come of this. If not for me, for someone else.

Some good.

At the very least.

May my suffering be of service.

It’s a sublime Buddhist approach to pain. When you’re in hell, the notion that your agony might have some divine utility helps you endure. It’s a light ray of reason, a thread of meaning that you can grab onto in deep confusion.

Your suffering is of service. When you’re on the other side of the pain, your “I’ve-been-through-it-wisdom” is going to comfort someone else, perhaps many people, profoundly. And when you’re in the real time suffering, it's a contribution even then. You are burning energetic pathways. You’re clearing space, and rectifying, and learning -- you’re coming to know life more deeply. And that (very hard earned) power is fuelling collective expansion.

It’s a prayer, really:

May my suffering be of service. 

- Danielle La Porte

Fear of flipper

Fear of flipper

Reflections on Brookside Close

Reflections on Brookside Close

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