🌊 Transatlantic Awakening: Lisbon to Bridgetown

November 4–18, 2025 | Aboard Wind Spirit
Hosted by Debbie Dixon

Step aboard the Wind Spirit for a 14-day ocean crossing that invites you to slow down, breathe deeply, and reconnect with your inner rhythm. Departing from the historic shores of Lisbon and arriving in the vibrant Caribbean heart of Bridgetown, this voyage is a sacred pause between worlds—a floating sanctuary for transformation.

Guided by Debbie Dixon—intuitive life coach, yoga teacher, and spiritual guide—each day at sea becomes a portal for healing and expansion. You’ll be held in a nurturing container of:

• 🌅 Daily yoga, meditation, and breathwork
• 💫 Transformational talks on emotional, physical, and spiritual alignment
• 🧃 A complimentary elixir bar and morning juice cleanses
• 🥗 Nourishing plant-based meals and heart-healthy options
• 💖 Optional private sessions with Debbie (additional fee)

With twelve uninterrupted days at sea, this crossing offers rare spaciousness to journal, reflect, rest, and rise. Let the Atlantic cradle you as you shed old stories and sail toward a new chapter—surrounded by like-minded souls and the infinite horizon.

Itinerary Snapshot:

• Nov 4: Depart Lisbon, Portugal
• Nov 5–16: At Sea (daily wellness offerings onboard)
• Nov 18: Arrive in Bridgetown, Barbados

This is more than a cruise—it’s a soul pilgrimage across the ocean. Let the waves carry you home to yourself. IF YOU ARE INTERESTING IN BOOKING PLEASE REACH OUT TO LUCAS@CURATEDBYLUCAS.COM or call him 206-419-9592

HERE IS MY RECOUNT OF MY FIRST CROSSING..

My Epic Odyssey

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and I’ve never found that to be truer than now. The sweetest part of this journey has been the moments I’ve thought of you—those who reached out with loving messages and reminders that community and connection are waiting for me back home. Honestly, I thought my days of packing a suitcase with the intent of being gone for over a month were behind me. Yet what began as a cruise to the Middle East turned into a spontaneous, 35-day odyssey that reshaped my worldview and opened my eyes to both the triumphs and suffering of humanity.

I had booked the original cruise nearly a year in advance, already filled with daydreams of soul-stirring sunsets and deepening my connection with Mother Earth. But as the departure date neared, rising conflict in the Middle East led the cruise company to cancel. My heart ached for those affected—but I wasn’t ready to let go of my dream. And with a nonrefundable ticket to Dubai in hand, the adventure simply evolved. Dubai was only a five-hour flight from India, and so my travel companions and I rerouted our plans—and our lives—for something even greater.

Now, as I write this aboard a sailing yacht crossing the Atlantic from Lisbon to Barbados, I’m reflecting on each transformative step. Dubai was a whirlwind—bright lights, extravagant design, spice markets, and pastries that felt too beautiful to eat. From there, we flew to Rishikesh, a sacred yoga town nestled along the Ganges River and home to the Temple of Maharishi Mahesh. The energy there was magnetic. Surrounded by temples and the symbols of yoga’s origins, I felt I had finally arrived in a place my soul had long known.

That said, Rishikesh was anything but easy. Two-lane roads became five; cows, monkeys, Tuk Tuks, and honking horns formed an unpredictable symphony of chaos. Enormous trailers stacked high with sugarcane somehow maneuvered the crowded roads, often topped with men seated cross-legged above it all like monks in meditation. Every corner offered something I’d never seen before. I filled my bags with saris and souvenirs—but it was the memories (and photos, of course) that truly came with me.

What surprised me most there was the reception from locals. Every outing brought waves of photo requests—smiling families handing us babies, positioning us beside children, and snapping endless pictures. Fair skin seemed a fascination in this dry, mostly meat-free town, and my travel mates had to get creative when it came to opening a hidden bottle of wine—because in a town without alcohol, there are no corkscrews. But they managed. There’s always a way.

Next, we journeyed to New Delhi, where we stayed in a five-star hotel encircled by armed guards. The contrast of privilege and poverty was sobering. Still, I welcomed the moment to rest—soaking in a warm bath and stretching out in a plush bed.

Then came the Maldives. A speedboat delivered us to a paradise beyond postcards: turquoise waters, white sands, overwater bungalows with private pools and glass floors. There, we swam with fishes, fed sharks, danced by moonlight, and simply were. Five breathtaking days later, my friends returned home, and I continued my journey—alone, yet fully accompanied by a spirit of adventure.

I flew overnight to Abu Dhabi, then on to Lisbon—greeted not just by chilly air, but by a formidable Airbnb. Hauling my suitcase up steep, narrow stairs in a cobbled alleyway became my welcome workout. Yet nestled above a Parisian-like courtyard, surrounded by cafés and a holiday market, I found charm in every direction.

And finally: the sea. I boarded the Windstar, a 360-foot sailing yacht, hired to teach yoga and meditation while crossing the Atlantic. It felt like stepping into a dream I had carried for years—of sailing to a far-off land, guided by stars and sun and the rhythm of the waves. What I hadn’t expected was how much this crossing would teach me—not just about nature’s power, but about human spirit.

Our vessel holds just 49 guests: professors, judges, dancers, winemakers, adventurers—all with stories as vast as the ocean. These crossings call a certain kind of soul—often older, always bold. On stormy nights, with winds strong enough to knock you sideways and swells that rocked the ship like a cradle, I felt like I was inside a film—gripping the porthole, whispering, “My epic odyssey.”

When the sea calmed, life onboard transformed: blue skies, calm waters, music, dancing, and joy spilling over the rails. And through it all, I listened. Each night brought a new table, a new tale. I met people starting over after deep loss—widows, retirees, survivors—who saw life not as winding down, but as beginning anew. They had crossed the invisible threshold of 80, yet their hearts pulsed with curiosity, courage, and open-mindedness. I found myself thinking, this is who I want to be when I grow up.

These voyagers aren’t confined by routine. They seek the wild beauty of the unknown. They greet storms not with fear, but with reverence. I am in awe of them.

As I near the end of this chapter—soon to arrive in Barbados for a few more days of warmth, waves, and perhaps a little celebratory rum—I feel expanded. Grateful. Completely in love with life.

I’ll see you soon.

—Debbie