Letters by Sarah
Unhurried, poetic correspondence.

Letters by Sarah are published seasonly, where setting aside time for beneficial reading, is a pleasure. Reimagining the art of correspondence, each letter holds a transfiguration in itself. For some, the words are enough. For others, this publication is a point of contact.

For those who know they’re here for these times. For those beginning to feel it. And, for my collaborators.

“I live in a small French village on the Mediterranean. I often feel like I’m walking into a movie set as I enter the neighbouring village. Just past the restaurant Neptune, the road curves into the village, the colours perfect, and I’m reminded with every step, I’m writing the story of my life. A cadence of creation, a magic carried through the waters within me that is… simple biology. Letters by Sarah is an artistic publication exploring the art of life and source of creation,” – Sarah Woods

She finally landed back in her body. Life felt different. She realized a chapter had closed and sitting in the dream of life was her, smirking, living beautifully as all of who she be. Extra-ordinary and willing to walk through the door of adventure.

Sarah, is always writing. Usually tucked away where the mountains meet the sea. Her artistic correspondence is inspired by a deep knowing within her that she is here to love, and be love. Letters by Sarah is an expression of how she experiences life and the depths within her own waters as she deepens her remembering of a positive future.

Letters by Sarah are published seasonally, as her words move. Thoughtful, unhurried correspondence, a transfiguration held in the frequency of each letter.

Sarah is not part of a lineage of wisdom, or a teacher of traditions. Her language is bespoke, not textbook. She came here to be an inherent solution through her precise heart during these times, not to solve a problem or fix anything. She is le coeur.

These letters are written from me, to you. They’re an invitation deeper into your own being. Take what feels light, drop what feels heavy. And from please, write me back.

Each letter is one interesting point of view. Written at a specific time space coordinate that speaks a language needed at that time. Take space for that which causes pause, make a new choice when inspired action calls and most importantly, enjoy.

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Latest Letter

Lead by Coeur [Nothing Left to Study]

I cross the invisible border and my body is home. One side of the mountain commands my attention like a healthy, strong masculine partner. The other side, well, she cradles me in the softness of my own heart. An axis point, I’m a living, embodied big heart, who’s ever expanding in the mastery. The mastery within the evolving boundaries of nature, and the universe. This, is what I call, Lead by Coeur.

Letters by Sarah

Lead by Coeur [Nothing Left to Study]

I cross the invisible border and my body is home. One side of the mountain commands my attention like a healthy, strong masculine partner. The other side, well, she cradles me in the softness of my own heart. An axis point, I’m a living, embodied big heart, who’s ever expanding in the mastery. The mastery within the evolving boundaries of nature, and the universe. This, is what I call, Lead by Coeur

Côte Vermeille, the Sleeping Dragon and the Goddess of Love.

Where a sleeping dragon awakens each goddess of love who enters the port. Breathing her new life, and awakening… her true golden light.

How to Love Like a Canadian

Eight-years ago a story I wrote was published in The Globe and Mail, How to Love Like a Canadian. It’s about moving beyond doubt, trusting inner intelligence and… going in for the kiss.

The Orchid

Beauty is precise. Without rush, the magnificent ones know the nourishment required for great creation. The blossoming of one’s instructions is coded within the complete terms of care that only the orchid commands.

The Coeurency of Dreaming 

I sat with my friend who inspired the Rolling Stone’s song, She’s a Rainbow. Her colours speak through her hands. Bringing to life her heart through prints that paint a story of truth under the stars of Bubion. A mastering of the moment, beyond the mind, that ought to be cherished before pursuing the material endeavours of life. After all, the coeurency of dreaming facilitates the most magnificent creations.

What it Means to be Legendary

We can look to the extraordinary salmon run for a reality check: returning to our source of creation is the only thing that will ensure our survival as humans. What it means to be legendary, has nothing to do with what you create, and everything to do with the foundation in which you create from.

She Hits the God Note

You can’t practice hitting the God Note. And no teacher or script can promise you it. The coeurency of the creation of you, isn’t taught… because it is all of who you already be. A sacred expression of light. Just like a star.

A Megalithic Question: Why Did You Let Me?

An ancient civilization led by matriarchs invites you deeper into your leadership of self. Where the feminine leads and is inherently a healing force, and a grand awakening. Towering above structures of the future, the redesign is coded within your cells.

Le Coeur: Future Proofing and Frequency

Where I come from, there are no secrets because everyone can see. That means everything is love and understanding is the only forgiveness ever required. Where I come from, the heart leads and the mind in its potency, reflects such beauty. Words aren’t required because the heart space moves faster anyways. Where I come from, sent me here to birth a Future by Coeur.

The City of Light: The Next Era of Enlightenment

I felt the divine masculine holding the streets of Paris. His expression, effortless. A natural caretaker of heart, he commands the lead, charges ahead and creates. Structured, yet in flow. Like the Seine River on a crisp, sunny January day. A silent force that moves, le coeur.

Building Capacity for Being Seen

I was nearly born on a bridge in a city where the sea meets the sky, and grew-up on Southern Vancouver Island. I spent much of my childhood on the shores of an inlet on the Salish Sea, island hopping and befriending the messy and wise arbutus tree.