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Our final stop in India was Amritsar and the Golden Temple.

What an extraordinary way to end this journey.

Nothing quite prepared me for it. The golden temple glowing beneath the night sky, the intense heat, thousands of people gathering in devotion, and the incredible sense of community that filled every corner.

What moved me most wasn’t just the beauty of the temple. It was the people.

Volunteers quietly serving others. Around 90,000 meals prepared each day, freely offered to anyone who walks through the doors. No matter your religion, nationality, gender or background, everyone is welcomed equally.

There was such humility in that simple act of service. A reminder that giving and receiving are deeply connected.

As I’ve made my way back home, I know these moments will stay with me forever.

Thank you, India, for opening my heart, slowing me down, and reminding me of what truly matters.

Until next time. 🩵🇮🇳🙏

I don’t think I’ll ever quite find the words to describe what Ladakh has meant to me.

Our final days were spent exploring Pangong Lake, Tso Moriri, remote monasteries, tiny villages, and crossing some of the highest mountain passes in the world.

This land is unlike anywhere I’ve ever been.
The vastness. The silence. The barren mountains. Snow-capped Himalayan peaks. Prayer flags dancing in the wind. Nomads continuing an ancient way of life. Wild animals roaming freely. The freezing cold. The altitude.
Everything here feels ancient.
Sacred.
Alive.

As we slowly made our way back towards Leh and into Himachal Pradesh, the landscape softened into pine forests, flowing rivers and lush green valleys. Beautiful in a completely different way.

But I realised something...
I’ve never experienced this kind of connection to a place before.
Ladakh has held me in a way I didn’t know land could.
It has slowed me down.
It has brought me back into my body, back into the present moment.

No rushing.
No constant stimulation.
Just breathing.
Listening.
Being.

As many of you know, yoga and Buddhism have deeply shaped my life. To spend time immersed in a place where those teachings are woven into everyday life has felt less like discovering somewhere new, and more like remembering something that has always been within me.

Ladakh, thank you.
Thank you for your silence.
Thank you for your wisdom.

This sacred land has left an imprint on my heart that I know I’ll carry with me for the rest of my life 💙✨❄️🗻

I feel such a profound connection to this land. The stillness. The silence. The vastness. The spiritual energy that seems to live within the mountains, the monasteries, the rivers, and the people.

We have journeyed to Pangong Lake, known as the Sacred Waters, sitting at 4,350 metres above sea level. I have never seen anything quite like it. The colours shifted constantly, the lake stretching endlessly beneath the vast Himalayan sky. There was a deep stillness there that touched something within me.
From there we continued on to Tso Moriri and Korzok Village at over 4,500 metres. Surrounded by towering mountains and vast open spaces, I felt both incredibly small and deeply connected all at once.

The long drives through these remote regions have become part of the experience. Hours spent winding through mountain roads, crossing high passes, watching wild animals roam freely, and witnessing landscapes unlike anything I’ve ever encountered before.

And through it all, there is this feeling that keeps returning.
A feeling of coming home.
Not home as a place, but home as a feeling.
A remembering.
A deep knowing.
Buddhism holds a special place in my heart. To be here in a land so deeply influenced by Tibetan Buddhist culture and spirituality feels incredibly meaningful. Everywhere I look there are prayer flags, stupas, monasteries, mani walls, and reminders to live with compassion and presence.
Last night we arrived back in Leh, and today we’re off to explore another region.
I honestly have no idea what awaits us next, but this journey continues to exceed every expectation I had.

My heart is so full.

Grateful beyond words. 🩵🇮🇳🙏🏔️✨

I honestly don’t know if I have the words to fully capture what this experience has been like so far.

I’ve only been in Ladakh for a few days, but something within me feels like it has come home.

I feel a deep connection to this sacred spiritual land that I can’t quite explain, only feel.

The last three days in Leh have been spent acclimatising to the altitude (3,500 metres), wandering through local markets, visiting monasteries, practising yoga, meditating, and dropping into deep presence.

But one experience has touched me more deeply than I can put into words.

Yesterday morning a fellow yogi and I attended the Hemis Monastery for the 6am prayers.

We sat surrounded by around fifty monks, from young boys no older than six years old to the most senior monks. Together we joined the morning ritual as they chanted sacred scriptures for over an hour.

At one point, a young teenage monk quietly came around serving chai tea. We were included as part of the ritual, handed a warm cup and welcomed into this sacred space.

The sound of the chanting moved through the temple walls, through my body, and straight into my heart.

There was something so simple, so profound, and so deeply human about sitting together in prayer as a new day begins.

It felt timeless.

One of those moments where life slows down and you realise you are exactly where you need to be.

This experience will stay with me forever.

My heart feels full, my soul feels nourished, and I have fallen completely in love with Ladakh.

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Day 1 Yoga Retreat India began with exploring old Delhi ~ so wildly crazy, beautiful, hectic and magnificent. All senses come fully alive ✌🏽🩵😊

Well, this is it.

This afternoon I board a plane for India.

To be honest, it still doesn’t quite feel real.

This will be my first time travelling solo for such a length of time. In almost 26 years of being a mum, the longest I’ve ever been away from my children is three nights. So this feels big. Really big.

I’m heading to India, the sacred land where yoga was born, for a 15-day yoga retreat through the raw, spiritual and breathtaking region of Ladakh.

I’m feeling both anxious and brave ~ which has been my mantra for the past few years. The truth is, I’ve never done anything like this before. I only know my teacher and nobody else on the retreat.

I’ve been dreaming of and manifesting a trip to India since I was in my twenties. And somehow, this season of life feels like the perfect time. Everything has aligned. My children are all in beautiful seasons of their own lives, and for the first time, it feels possible for me to answer a call that has been sitting quietly in my heart for decades.

What I’m looking forward to most is receiving.

As someone who spends much of her life caring for others, holding space, organising, planning and making sure everyone else is okay, I am stepping into this journey with a willingness to surrender, trust the process, and allow myself to be held and cared for.

I’m looking forward to switching off from the noise, stimulation and busyness of everyday life. To slow down. To go inward. To sit in silence. To share space with like-minded souls. To listen deeply and create space for clarity around what this woman wishes to cultivate in the next season of her life.

I’ll be mostly quiet on here for the next few weeks. I may share a few stories along the way when I can and if I have the energy, but for now I’m giving myself permission to be fully present with this experience.

Thank you to everyone who has supported, encouraged and cheered me on.

Wishing you all wellness, happiness and peace.

Big love,

Nic 🩵🇮🇳💫✨

I’ve spent the last few days reflecting on our Winter Women’s Wellness Retreat, and my heart is still so full.

Thirteen women arrived as mostly strangers.
Thirteen women left as a connected community ~ soul sisters.

There is something profoundly powerful that happens when women gather in circle.
Not to perform, fix, or compete… but simply to arrive, as they are.

Over the weekend we slowed down enough to hear ourselves again.
We moved through silence, laughter, tears, ritual, rest, nourishment, and deep connection.

And somewhere in it all, something beautiful unfolded.

Layer by layer, the armour softened.
The roles we carry so faithfully in everyday life ~ mother, partner, carer, teacher, business owner ~ were gently set down.

For a few precious days, there was simply woman. Human. Heart.

Together we explored the Koshas ~ not to become someone different, but to remember who we are beneath the noise.

What stayed with me most was the courage in the room.

The willingness to be seen, to rest, to receive, to soften.

Many arrived tired and carrying so much.
And I watched them slowly return to themselves ~ shoulders dropping, laughter returning, clarity emerging, connection forming.

And the reminder that we are all worthy of sacred pause.
Worthy of rest. Worthy of care.

In our closing circle, the words shared were beautiful:
connection, courage, inclusive, invitational, unpressured, spaciousness, restoration… and above all, gratitude.

Deep gratitude to every woman who trusted the process and allowed me to walk alongside them.

To my dream team ~ Tom and Tash, Heidi, Jodie, and Simon at BlueGreen Sanctuary ~ thank you for holding us with such care, nourishment, and intention.

My cup is overflowing.

What a privilege it is to witness women remembering who they are.

Until next time,
Nic 💙