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I Followed MY BLISS SHARNI QUINN


Follow your bliss…listen to your inner voice, listen to your intuition and follow your heart!


It sounds easy. If only one could fully trust and listen to one’s inner voice, wouldn’t life be a simple and beautiful place? Well, we can. I learned this the hard way.


“If only one could fully trust and listen to one’s in- ner voice, wouldn’t life be a simple and beautiful place?”


2010 was the year of my three passions – Yoga, beach and travel. I decided to dedicate nine months to my ‘Follow the Sun’ journey and search for my inner light and radiance. I literally followed the sunshine around the world – exploring the warmth of India, Bali and Australia and absorbing as much light and Prana as possible.


What brought on this quest? A broken heart, a weary body and my emotionally drained soul - which was in desperate need of healing.


Leading up to my decision to travel on my own personal Yoga pilgrimage, I had expe- rienced an emotional breakdown and had made myself physically ill due to stress. I realized my marriage was over. My world had fallen apart and I needed to make some drastic changes to save my whole being. I needed to discover myself again, I needed to find my liveliness and nurture what little light I could still feel flickering inside of me.


And so, within four months, I moved out of my house in Cape Town, packed up my life, signed divorce papers and said goodbye to


my Yoga clients, family and friends. With only my intuition as my companion, one bag of luggage and a whole lot of trust and belief in the Universe. I boarded the plane and flew to India.


During the first two weeks of my journey, I simply collapsed on the beach in Goa. I needed to replenish and recharge. India also took some getting used to! It is an amazing country full of energy, colour and vibrancy – but for somebody who didn’t have much vigour to begin with, it took quite a lot of effort to experience the ‘in-your-face’ pov- erty, people, filth and noise.


India is one of those places, however, where once you spend any time there, the layers start to unravel and you realize that under the surface is a place full of love and pas- sion…and a country that you can’t help but love and be passionate about too.


I spent most of my time healing in the Sivananda Ashram in Kerala, South India. After a month of four hours of Yoga and three hours of meditation and Satsang daily,


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