Raw, Organic, Real: Getting Ready to Cleanse

I’m not one to jump on a fad.  I believe in balance and talk often about this in the yoga classes I teach.  I’m a work hard, play hard sort of girl.  I love healthy, fresh organic foods but can throw back a handful of Doritos like its nobody’s business.  I drink beet lattes and kombucha but am trying to manifest my way to Patagonia by supporting (and drinking) Argentinian and Chilean wine.

For the last few weeks though I’ve been feeling pretty sluggish despite eating healthy, sleeping well and having a regular workout and yoga schedule.  And so I am going to try a juice cleanse.  I’ve been a huge fan of Buda Juice since I first tried it and love their farm to table approach.  So with the support of my husband we are going to live on juice for 3 days.

We’ll let you know how it goes and if a juice cleanse is right for us!

If the Buda Juice cleanse is something you want to try lets connect. Contact us for more details.

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How Losing My Luggage Helped Me Find My Way Home

I love to shop local.  So when I came across the perfect bag to take on my (wanna-be) world travels at a small little store called Tropical North in Barrie, Ontario I knew it was the bag I had been looking for.  Conveniently enough it also happened to be my husbands birthday so I purchased it for my partner in crime (and life).  A win win situation.

Our new Herschel bag was Canadian made and was perfect for the adventures we daydreamed about.  In February 2015 we packed the bag and our 4 year old up and headed to Nicaragua for a week of yoga and surfing.  We arrived in Managua, excited to soak up the sun and surf and realized we made it, the bag didn’t.  Watching the baggage belt go around and around and realizing that we were in Nicaragua with a 4 year old, our passports and nothing else was humbling.  We headed out of the airport and hopped into a pick up truck with a local who was driving us 5 hours away to the coast.  I remember thinking that back in Canada I would never hop into a truck with a stranger (let alone with a kid in tow).  We took the short route which was dirt roads, stopping to buy watermelon at the side of the road.  We were completely dependent on the good will of our driver and as he spoke about his family and his pride for his country, we knew we were in good hands.  Upon arrival at Soma, our home for the week we explained our lost luggage situation.  Within minutes we had swim suits, tooth brushes and anything else we needed.  Someone lent me contact lens solution, someone else a shirt.  Complete strangers, restoring my faith in the kindness of the human race.

Months later I was headed to Costa Rica to embark on my yoga teacher training.  I packed well, knowing that I would be doing hours a day of yoga training (both physical and mental) and that I would be there in “green” (also known as rainy season). My heart sank as I watched all the other passengers in San Jose grab their bags and head off through customs.  Again-I arrived safe and sound.  My bag was on its own adventure.  Two amazing women who hours ago had been strangers waited with me while I tried to explain what the bag looked like.  To make matters worse I couldn’t find the baggage claim number and was at the mercy of the baggage gods and Air Canada.  For 6 days I relied once again on the kindness of the people around me.  The entire group of women (and 1 guy) who were on the same teacher training as I was lent me everything from face wash to flip flops.  At this point in my life I had begun to really embrace minimalism and had been giving up material possessions in exchange for experiences.  Was this the universe’s way of giving me the push I needed to really live with less?  When my bag finally arrived I wasn’t happy to see it.  I had learned that everything I really needed I already had.  When I came back to Canada, I de-cluttered in a way I hadn’t before.

My husband and I joked that the bag had a spirit of its own-travelling without us to Miami and Mexico.  In March of this year we packed it again and headed to Ecuador.  We were on an adventure in South America and the Galapagos and laughed when we arrived in Quito without our luggage…again.  We were prepared this time and had packed the essentials in a carry-on.  There was no stress because we knew someone, somewhere would help us with what we needed.  We had learned to go with the flow while travelling and we knew that in reality we could wear the clothes on our backs for days on end. We had arrived safely, had a wonderful driver who talked about his own children with our 6 year old and had grabbed a bottle of wine at duty free.  Life was good.  Our bag had gone to Panama.  We were reunited the next day.  The lessons had been learned.


How to Travel the World…Without Leaving Home

I love to travel.  At 15 I convinced my parents to send me on a student exchange to France.  For 3 months I went to school, learned the language and visited Italy, Monaco, Switzerland and spent a week in Paris and on the Cote d’Azur.  I was hooked.

Four kids, two jobs and a husband (who thinks replacing the roof and updating the bathroom is important) later, I don’t have the time or finances to travel as often as I’d like.  Taking the kids to hockey, groceries, mortgage and car payments are all very adult-like but sometimes I wonder what it would be like to travel through a foreign land alone, wander the streets of a new city where I don’t speak the language or hike (one of my favourite activities) for days on end in complete solitude.

And this is where my love of reading comes in.  When I immerse myself in a book, I feel as though I too am off having an adventure somewhere in the world.  Reading Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail by Cheryl Strayed, I could imagine the blisters on her feet and the fear she felt at times being so alone.  The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho took me from Spain to Egypt and back again, changing the way I look at things along the way.  Hundreds of books later, I am well-travelled even if the proof isn’t in my passport.

From this love of reading and travel (and wine) comes The Travel The World Book Club.  A themed book club with a wine pairing from the region of the world we are reading about (or where the foreign author is from). When I came up with this idea, little did I know how many like minded women would want to join me.  I am so excited to be a part of this with you and to get started on our first book What I Was Doing While You Were Breeding by Kristin Newman.

Happy reading (and dreaming of faraway lands). If you are a member of the Book Club I would love to hear you’re reason for joining-add a comment below! If you aren’t please share your favourite travel books with us!




The Story of a Table

When we began to get serious about our “stuff” and commenced the process of simplifying our lives and creating more space, I started to look at my possessions differently.  I would ask myself why I was keeping an item, if I got rid of it would I really regret it (I didn’t want to have to buy something again) and most importantly did I love it.  When the time came to tackle our dining room I knew the answer right away.  I didn’t have a lot in that area but what I did have I didn’t love.  We had bought the furniture and fixtures when we first moved in, determined the house would be fully furnished one way or another. And so I listed the table, chairs, light fixture and rug and sold them online.  The space remained empty and I vowed it would stay that way until I found a table I really loved.  I wanted it to be locally made and a one of a kind piece of art.  A salvaged tree with a live edge. I wanted it to feel as though we had a tree in the middle of the house.

When I came across a small Canadian owned company called Tree Green Team I knew I had found the company that would make my table.  What I didn’t know at the time was that I would have no idea what my table would look like until the finished product.  After waiting weeks for my tree to go through the process of being made into a table, I was sent a photo of what would be the final product.  My heart sank.  I didn’t love it.  After living with an empty space for months I didn’t know what to do.  I called the owner and explained my dilemma. The pictures of my table were beautiful but I knew in my heart it wasn’t the table I wanted.  To my surprise the owner was amazing, assuring me that she wanted me to love the table and that if I could wait, she would find me the perfect piece of wood.

And so we waited a few more weeks.  When I received pictures of what would become my table I knew immediately I had made the right decision.  After spending so much time creating a space I loved, I would have been betraying myself accepting anything less.

Needless to say we love our live edge table in the middle of our house. We share meals here, watch our children do their homework and hang out with their friends here, see the cat lounge about underneath it, as if he is finding shade under a tree.  We have had parties and drinks and deep conversations about life at this table. It is the first thing we see as we walk through the door and is a constant reminder to be patient, listen to your inner voice and create a space you truly love.  Who knew a table could be so much more than just a table.


Creating Space (Amidst the Chaos)

I have been on a journey of creating space in our home for quite some time.  I am constantly challenging myself to buy less, experience more and really look at the possessions we own.  Not a lot makes the cut and there is always a box waiting in the garage to be donated, filled with the “stuff” we can live without.

I thought I had this “de-cluttering” stuff down pat until I went to see Courtney Carver speak a few weeks ago in Toronto.  Courtney is someone I respect-giving away most of her possessions, quitting her job and moving her family into an apartment.  She talked about attachment but not just to the physical belongings we own.  Attachment to old emotions, limiting beliefs and perceived hurts can also add to the clutter we carry around.

Armed with this new awareness I am now working not on de-cluttering my home (really there’s not a lot left to get rid off) but on de-cluttering the soul.  Letting go of what I don’t need through yoga, essential oils and self-reflection (and yes sometimes with a glass of wine).

Creating space on the outside is pointless if you are holding on limiting beliefs. I have a tattoo on my forearm that says “I am the hero of this story.” When is the last time you asked yourself what you wanted your story to be?