My Choco-Coco Smoothie


Want a healthy chocolate smoothie?

There’s a gorgeous little cafe not far from us that has the most amazing cacao and date smoothie on the menu.  Mr nearly three and I can’t help ourselves.  We can’t talk as we sip down our smoothies watching the waves crash on the shore.  Hubby just laughs at us.

We salivate!!

Afterwards, we play chasey on the sand… And giggle.


So what do you do?

We do what we do best.  We come home and recreate our very own.

Trust me, you’ll love it!  It’s a favourite in our house.


Sare’s Choco-Coco Smoothie


  • 1 1/2 frozen bananas
  • 2-3 medjool dates (de-pipped)
  • 1 heaped tbsp cacao powder
  • 1 heaped tbsp protein powder
  • 2 heaped tbsp coconut yoghurt OR 1/3 cup 100% pure coconut cream and 1/2 tsp probiotic powder 
  • 1 tsp chia seed
  • 1/2 tsp bee pollen
  • 1/2 tsp gubinge powder (natural source of vitamin c)
  • 1 tsp maple syrup
  • 400ml almond milk

Blend and drink. Yum!






Facebook I am no fake

I have been a legitimate Facebook user for a good ten years now and proud of it.  It has been the most wonderful way to keep in touch with the hundreds of friends and work colleagues I have gathered whilst living in many beautiful locations around Australia.  It has enabled me to have an online business as well as share this wonderful blog with all of you, my online likeminded followers.

Last night I was locked out of my account due to Facebook deeming me to be a fake profile.  The only way I can apparently access my pages is to download and send a copy of my drivers licence and my credit card or passport to them directly.  Without any way to contact Facebook directly via email or phone number, I am hesitant to do this.  It could easily be a scam.  Therefore until this issue is sorted you will still see my “Living Green in a Modern World” page and my personal page as active and you will be able to leave comments, likes and message but I am unable to access the pages in any form to reply.  I will continue to post my posts via my blog and suggest that if you wish to contact me, please do so by my blog directly.  You can also subscribe to my blog directly.

I’m sorry for this inconvenience.  Please blame Facebook.

I feel like i’m heading back into the dark ages.  Over and out…



“As the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand that it is the common, everyday blessings of our common everyday lives for which we should be particularly grateful. They are the things that fill our lives with comfort and our hearts with gladness — just the pure air to breathe and the strength to breath it; just warmth and shelter and home folks; just plain food that gives us strength; the bright sunshine on a cold day; and a cool breeze when the day is warm.”

― Laura Ingalls Wilder

Somewhere along the way I became a mother and lost myself…


Somewhere along the way I became a mother and lost myself.. There I said it. It’s not as strange as it sounds.. And I’m not afraid to admit it. Becoming a mother to my darling little angel, my craziness, my giggle, my monkey is the greatest thing I have ever done… And yet the hardest. Growing and nurturing this little bundle of joy from just a little splotch to a mini me is the most amazing thing. I literally baked a baby…. So where was the point in time where I lost myself? I don’t know. I was way too busy that I somehow forgot to notice. And suddenly I have. How do I (my time poor current self) find my way back to me (my former daydreaming self)? Not long ago my blurb would’ve said, “Hi. My name is Sare and I like long walks along the beach. I surf. I practise yoga and Pilates. I’m a crazy Gemini. I like solitude. I like music. I eat healthily. I cherish the earth. I smell the flowers. My body is a temple. I love life. ” I’m currently lost in the craziness of dirty nappies, cooking, cleaning, playing wife, renovating, working part time, running a small business and now I’m about to move house…again!! If you find me, please let me know. 😉 xx




Every once in a while something shocks you. Strikes you down. Hits you hard. In the chest. In your heart. In your soul. Something that will stay with you forever.

Something that when it does, saddens me to the core. Makes me bleed.

A few months back it was an image of an orangutan. Covered in blood. Burned by humans, to death. The real face of the fight against palm oil. The real victims.

That image hit me hard. That image has changed me. It has made me more aware. It has influenced the way I shop at the supermarket. It has changed the products I buy. Palm oil is currently my enemy number one. I can fight with my wallet.

What absolutely knocked me for six was an image I came across on Facebook just the other day. An image so confronting that I will share it only on a link below. It was a photograph of a beautiful strong African male elephant killed by poachers. They hadn’t just sawn off his tusks, but had hacked off his entire face for the illusive ivory of his beautiful strong tusks. All whilst he was alive. Probably to save on time and bullets.

What???!!! Images like this distress me. Images like this and the orangutan haunt me. They make me feel sick to be human.

Unlike palm oil, this reality I can’t fight.

War, as much as it horrifies me to say this, I can deal with. Two sides, both human. Both with egos. The devastation it causes is tragic but is human created.

Famine, also so tragic, I believe is nature’s way of culling. Us, animals, plants…. It’s survival of the fittest. It’s Darwin’s theory of evolution.

What really hits me is human vs nature. One with a mind and an ego so big. The other much more fragile and innocent.

Both the orangutan and the stunningly strong bull elephant will remain in my mind forever. Both have lost their lives. But, both have made a life changing imprint on my life. Both have changed me as a human. Both have made me stand up ready to fight. To fight for the future of their species and of this beautiful planet we share. Neither, in my heart and soul, have died in vane.

I believe that education is the greatest teacher. Through awareness we learn. By acting on that knowledge we grow strong.

With enough noise, one man can change the world.







Nearly six months later and I am only just beginning to feel as though I am resurfacing into the world after having our baby. Some days are still hazy; other days the clouds are starting to lift. Sleep, on the other hand, is still very much only a dream.

It’s quite amazing. No-one can ever truly prepare you for motherhood. Every mother’s road will be different. Every child unique. Just like a David Attenborough documentary, every parent evolving just as a caterpillar metamorphosises into a beautiful butterfly. Never to return.

Just like my life you will find that this blog too evolves. I write from within so therefore how could it possibly not. This year is going to be a big one as we begin plans to rebirth our home. Evolve our home. And as always, expand our dreams of living green in a modern world.

Less than five kilometres from our city centre, yet we are creating a world away from the hustle and bustle of the crazy modern age we live in. Green grass, gardens, worm farms, edible backyards, chickens, insects, compost, solar passive designs, sustainable living, baby steps…

Life is taking time to smell the roses.

As the clouds lift higher, I plan to make time to blog. I plan to reconnect again with this earth. I plan to feel the wind on my cheeks. I’m looking forward to you joining me on my journey.


How to eco-move house



We received a letter in the mail a few weeks back. The kind of letter that you dread. No… Not a bill. As a tenant, it was something even more sinister…. A termination of lease notice. Ouch!!!

Sometimes it just doesn’t matter how good a tenant you are….

So that brings us to now. We are surrounded by boxes. What else would you do with a new baby? And the week before Christmas!!!? Talk about stressful!!!

It got me thinking… Moving house is a VERY un-eco pastime! Sure, you detox your home by de-cluttering, sorting, cleaning, recycling and donating, but what about the purging? The idea led me to blog about ways to minimise your impact on our environment when you move house.

1. Keep your supplies.
Since I was in my early twenties and I moved out of home, I have always packed down and kept my moving boxes, butchers paper and bubble wrap. Sure they take a fair bit of room to store but the cost to the environment and your hip pocket for these often one use items is huge! It’s amazing how many boxes you can stack under a double sized bed! Just a tip. Don’t use sticky tape on your butchers paper.. It make it easy to flatten out again and store.

2. Do your own cleaning.
This way, by using your toxic free and natural based cleaners, you know you have minimised the impact on your health, the health of future inhabitants and of our waterways. Vinegar, bicarbonate of soda, eco dish washing liquid and water can rival even the best promoted cleaners on the market!

3. Use a local removalist.
By using a local removalist with a depot not far from your home, you are employing locals and cutting down on emissions. By using a truck big enough to fit all your belongings in one load, you are minimising the carbon miles of your move not to mention your overall cost if charged by the hour.

4. Recycle.
It is so easy just to purge the things you don’t need or want anymore into the garbage bin. Stop right there! Instead, sort things into piles. Things for Gumtree and EBay, things that can be fixed, things that can be recycled, things that can be donated. You will always invariably have rubbish, but the idea is to minimise it!!!

I came up with an idea years ago to make a sign bold enough to be seen by passing cars. On it I painted “Free Stuff.” This sign I put out on the curb with any item I did not need anymore. You will be amazed at how quickly things find a new home. Whatever doesn’t get collected by passerbys can then be disposed of another way.

5. Don’t pack your slow cooker.
By pre-preparing a few days before, you can arrive at your new home and plug in your slow cooker (or if you are lucky enough… Your Thermomix!) Whilst you move and unpack, dinner is cooking away nicely and without any thought! What better than having a yummy, healthy dinner at the end of a huge day and minimising one use plastic takeaway containers or pizza boxes from your local takeaway. If you do order takeaway, take in your own containers to collect your food in or else, eat in. You’ve had a long day… You deserve it!

Now I just have to work out how to get around having to produce a pest control receipt…..

I’d love to hear what you do to minimise your impact when you move.




I am just your average Australian chick. Blonde, blue-eyed, beach loving girl. Older than I feel in numbers, yet young at heart and on a mission to save the world one step at a time.

I never thought in a million years I would have kids. Hubby and I have been together 16 years. There have been health issues and always an underlying awareness of the environmental impacts from over-population. I guess, to be honest, it had just “never happened.” We were okay with that. We decided to leave it up to nature to choose. Nature, of course, being the divine decider of life.

Mother Nature is god.

I started this blog as a way to share my knowledge and thoughts on environmental issues without annoying my Facebook friends. Sometimes I was made to feel guilty about sharing eco disasters and animal cruelty with my friends, yet my conscience couldn’t not share! “Awareness and knowledge are power” being my motto. With this blog and its own Facebook page, I could find my own world of like minded individuals to walk this eco journey beside me, meanwhile leaving friendships intact. And I found you! I’m soooo glad I did! I am loving the positive passion that comes from like minded individuals doing their bit.

So this brings me to now.

I find myself 5 months pregnant. With all the hormonal changes, emotional roller-coaster and sickness that comes from pregnancy, sitting down to blog has been the last thing on my mind. For that, I apologise! I ask that you bear with me. The world is filled with great things to write about!

The next six months will be a strain for me. This blog will continue to grow and evolve. As will my belly. My road has taken a slight detour but the journey is just as much a part of the destination.

I look forward to sharing my journey with you.

Together, with you, hopefully little poppet and I can continue to share our footsteps as we “Live Green in a Modern World.” After all, aside from this beautiful planet and it’s animals, now there’s soooo much more to lose!


Burma. A land of extremes. A land of contrast.

image2As the sun rises on Burma, the dust and smoke from wood fires of the night before still linger in the air. Through the hazy smog, what is seen is a land longing to look to the future. A land longing for a future.  A bright one.

From its glacial Himalayan mountains, to its dense lush jungle, to its stunning coral reefs, to it’s dry plains of ancient civilisations, Myanmar, as it is now known, is full of surprises.

My husband and I have traversed extensively in SE Asia.  And by traversed, I mean truly traversed. We have spent time in Indonesia, Malaysia, Thailand, Cambodia, Vietnam, Laos and now Myanmar.  We travel by train and by local bus, moto and songthaew.  Journeys are rough.  Journeys are difficult.  Journeys are long and bumpy.  Journeys can be shared with chickens and pigs.  And snails.  Eels. And hundreds of people.  No room to move. But we feel this is the only way to truly see a country; to get off the highways and out of the airports.  To get away from the “farang” and head deep into the truth of a country.  It’s life and its people. We strap on our backpacks and hit the road.

They do say the joy is in the journey right?!

Well, Myanmar is proving a little more elusive a beast. As independent travellers Myanmar is not easy.  Travel in Myanmar is full of “cant take anymore” tears.

Some people book tours, stay in lovely colonial hotels and have a fantastic experience. Travel agents and guides are found.  Flights are booked around the country.  Hotels have hair dryers.

As an independent traveller, regions are closed to you, guest houses are minimal, beds scarce, and travel information hard work to find and travel even harder.  Why, you ask? It can’t be that hard?

The reason is the Junta.  The Burmese people live under severe oppression.  Human rights are non existent.  Torture is commonplace.  Free speech is only a dream.

The Myanmar people have not known freedom for a long time.  When the British colonised in 1826, they found a land with very unique and different ethnic clans.  It was not an easy colonisation on either side.  Bitter fighting and an unceremonious partnership.  During WWII, the Japanese were initially welcomed into the country by the people as an ally against the British. Upon recognising the brutality of the Japanese, it was realised the English were the better ruler and success prevailed!  In 1948, Burma was given its independence and became Myanmar. Almost immediately by default, Myanmar launched toward a military government.  Since 1958, the Burmese have lived under a military dictatorship that rules with an iron fist and that held Aung San Suu Kyi, a people’s elected leader, under house arrest for a total of 13 years.  Finally there is hope with a newly quasi-style government.

This is a country wanting to open to the world but is so scared at the same time.  There are so many secrets hidden deep within that the authorities do not want the “west” to know.  That is why independent travel is so hard.  It is nearly impossible to get off the “beaten” track.  There is civil unrest, ongoing fighting, daily torture and areas closed to foreigners for no reason at all.

The easier road is so tempting.  The lure of relaxed looking tourists being driven around is oh so tempting!   European package tourists step on and off clean buses in immaculate clothes, seeing the best of the country’s sights.  The sad underlying truth of these tourists is that virtually not a cent of their money (US dollars mind you!) will end up in the hands of the people that need it most, the local people.  The Junta have a hand in every pie. Businesses with strong government links own and/ or manage the big hotels.  They run the package tours.  They own/ or control the airlines.  So effectively, tourists are unknowingly funding the atrocities of the Junta.  By travelling your own road, by staying small, by eating local, by travelling slowly, by spreading your money around and by supporting the sellers on the street you are maximising the money going to the local population.  By volunteering in schools or finding a family and buying them what they need, you can take it one step further.

With our windswept hair, our simple clothes respecting the culture, our “thannakka” coated cheeks and our dusty feet covered with the sands of Bagan, hubby and I are heading deep into the cultures of those that we meet.  We are hearing their stories.  We are seeing their worlds. We are learning of their world. We are getting an insight into their religion and beliefs.  We are testing out their language.  This is the gift we will take away.

We struggled long and hard in whether it was ethically right to travel to Myanmar.  As we “bounce” through the countryside slowly, we are happy in the fact that we are touching the lives of a few of these beautiful Burmese people, albeit nowhere near as much as they are touching ours.  They truly are such a beautiful race.  So poor, yet so rich in life.  So scared, yet they speak so openly and honestly.  So oppressed, yet so many are educated and speak impeccable English.

“Australia! Kangaroo!”

This truly is a land of contrast.

As the sun sets over the great Ayeyarwaddy River tonight and the smoke and dust haze returns, lets pray that tomorrow brings in it’s wake, another little sweet scent toward freedom for Myanmar.


NB This post was written ten days before it was posted.  It could not be posted until we crossed the Myanmar border into Thailand for fear of government persecution to those whose internet service I could have used.

To travel is to dance

They say to travel is to dance.  Well I would have to say I am dancing right now…. Not a dance soft and slow like a waltz nor a passionate sexy tango. It is a simple dance.  A happy one. Yeah I think I am dancing the salsa.  A happy, bright, rhythmical dance…..

Yep I’m definitely salsa-ing right now.

We are sailing the Andaman.  The winds in the sails and in our hair.  The salt spray coats our skin.  The ions are electric.  And we are free! 
Freedom.  That’s a simple thought.  A simple word.  A simple feeling.  Hmmm… I could just get used to this!



Don’t you just love holidays!

Hubby and I are heading off on Friday for a journey on the road less traveled in SE Asia.  I will post when I can, but I hear that internet is VERY sketchy in Burma, if it exists at all.

There is an ancient Chichewa saying that says “to travel is to dance.”

Well…we’ll be dancing alright!  No bookings, no itinerary…  Just a Lonely Planet to guide us.  Our favourite way to travel.  And we can’t wait!

I can’t wait to share our journey with you when we return.  Until then, don’t miss me too much.


“Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe”……Anatole France


Australia Day conjures up sooo many different images in peoples’ minds.

We celebrate it on 26th January.  The date that in 1770, white man, Captain James Cook, first laid eyes on the vast southern land we call home.  Discovered long before by the Portugese, “Terra Australis Incognita” was the unknown great southern land.

To many, the words “White Man” and “Australia Day” bring feelings of hatred and disrespect.  Of stealing a country.  Of a race suppressed.  To me, Australia Day is soooo much more than that.  It is a day of reflection to say thanks to this great land we are so very proud to call home.  Governments, policies, racism, environmental issues aside, this is a land of plenty.  A land of beauty filled with droughts and flooding rains. Of brutal intense fires.  Of stunningly tall gum tree forests. Of vast red deserts.  A land of beautiful desolate beaches.  A land of survival.  To me, today is a celebration of a fertile nation with star-filled skies.  A land with THE most amazing and unique animals on earth.  Of koalas and wombats.  Of platypus.  A land with the most beautiful blue skies you will ever see.  Of sunlight.  Of freedom.  Of choice.  Of hope.  A land were opportunity abounds and where neighbours look out for one another.  Where friendship surrounds and prosperity abounds.

A land of dreams come true.

Yes, the lives changed dramatically for all those who inhabited this beautiful land on that day in 1770.  Unfortunately, history cannot be erased.  But together man can move mountains.  Happy Birthday Australia!  I am sooooo proud to call you home.

As the sun sets tonight, I will give thanks to those that walked these shores for hundreds of years, preserving and believing in our beloved home.  Leaving only footprints. ♥



The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes.
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me!

A stark white ring-barked forest
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the warm dark soil.

Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us,
We see the cattle die –
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady, soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold –
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.

An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land –
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand –
Though earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.

Dorothea Mackellar

Nominated for a Super Sweet Blogging Award!

How exciting and thank you to “Beautywhizz” for nominating “Living Green in a Modern World” for a Super Sweet Blogging Award.  I feel sooooo priviliged especially since my blog has only been in existence for just over two months!!  Let’s hope I can continue to deliver and that you all continue to love reading my posts.

To accept this nomination I am required to firstly crediting Beautywhizz once again for this award nomination.  What a lovely early Chrissie present!!

The second step is to answer the questions below…

Cookies or cake?

Oh boy….. This is a hard one!!  I love a good cake but I am also a sucker for a good chocolate chip cookie!!  Being allergic to wheat has made these treats much harder to get my hands on unless I make them myself.  So saying that, I might go my warmed gluten free chocolate chip cookie with walnuts, sultanas and coconut.  I cannot stop at one!  I must also list the DIVINE french salted caramel macaroons that I sample at the Subi Farmers Markets here in Perth every Saturday morning.  They are well and truly my weakness!!

Chocolate or vanilla?

Another hard ball!  I am a recovering chocoholic!  Yes, can you believe I have managed to now be able to say “NO!” to chocolate!?  Most of the time anyway.  I have replaced commercially made chocolate with homemade cacao treats sweetened with agave syrup.  Yum!  It’s a dead heat between chocolate and the taste of real, pure vanilla pods.

What is my favourite sweet treat?

My Saturday morning macaroons and the healthy cacao balls I make at home.  Oh and pavlova….. I do LOVE a good pav!

When do I crave sweet things the most?

After dinner and once I have succumbed to the first mouthful of sugary treat…

If you had a sweet nickname what would it be?

Of course, I would have to be “sweet as sugar!”

Now to the final part of the award nomination.  This is where I return the favour and nominate my favourite 13 Bloggers.  I might have to add a few more than 13…. How can I stop at 13? Some of these, I follow via email and others I tend to follow on Facebook.  I have linked them in the way I follow them.  Hoping you love them as much as me!!!  Here goes….


There is nothing more certain in life than death.  There is nothing more final in life than death.

We lost my husband’s Nana this morning.  Such a horrific and devastating loss for her grown-up children.  Such a final moment for her grandchildren.  A hollow shock for her great grandchildren.  Such a sad farewell for her friends.  We all have such different loss and emotion when grief hits.  We have all lost the same person but such different entities.  For her children, her grandchildren and her many great grandchildren she was everything.  For me she was my friend.  My cheeky, witty friend.

Mrs Jobson passed away early this morning in her sleep.  She had been a prisoner in her body and mind for too long and had fought it as hard as she could.  This morning she willingly gave up her fight.

I was told that the sunrise was beautiful this morning and that through the beauty of today, it was a great day for astral planing.  She will be soaring the skies today like an eagle.  She will be cruising the worlds oceans.  She will be carried through the song of hymns.  She will be the biggest, brightest, newest star in the sky tonight.   She is free.

Rest in peace.  You will truly be missed but remembered always.  Fly high. xx

“You can shed tears that she is gone
Or you can smile because she has lived

You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back
Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left

Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her
Or you can be full of the love that you shared

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday

You can remember her and only that she is gone
Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on

You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what she would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.”

written 1981
David Harkins 1959 –
Silloth, Cumbria, UK