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


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...

Reflections on Brookside Close

Reflections on Brookside Close

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It's all energy

Sitting on the bench in the ashram garden, looking over at 'Brookside Close', the patch of earth in the ashram garden we fondly named, due to three English girls camping next to each other - our little home for the last 3 months. All the tents have been dismantled for hurricane season, the people have left or are moving into rooms or tent huts for safety. 

Memories flooding through me; intense emotions experienced here, all the different people who've inhabited this space and their stories, the little tent homes and communities we created.

So transient.

The ashram doesnt look or feel real at night, there's a magical quality, it's easy to imagine it's all just a projection of our minds. 

What an experience. So far from the 'real' world out there. Everyone busy being busy. What's it all for?

What's real? What really matters?

Escaping the matrix, it's possible. 

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May my suffering be of service (Danielle La Porte)

May my suffering be of service (Danielle La Porte)

The Journey - A Poem by Mary Oliver

The Journey - A Poem by Mary Oliver