we plan to clear this up so people can really enjoy the space!!

we plan to clear this up so people can really enjoy the space!!


     What if, in 1845, an adventuresome pioneer family landed in a beautiful unsettled location by a small island and a small falls in Maine, settling in time for the pregnant wife to deliver her youngest child 20 years after her first child? Then, as the little boy grew up among this rich nature and played with the only other children around, Native Americans,  learning and creating a legacy that, who knew, would affect his great grand-daughter one hundred and fifty two years later?


     None of us know what our future holds nor did his great-grand daughter, who became affected by the family history when her own mother wrote a self-published book on the life of Mary Sewall, his wife and her great grandmother, that she would use to create a one woman show entitled IN THIS OUR HOME. Nor did she realize as she developed the story and presented it to the public only twice, that her life would be turned around by a chain of events relating back to William Sewall’s arrival in Island Falls and the home he would complete in 1870 for his parents, who would live to enjoy it only a short time, but then the home would not only be his home but home to anyone passing by who needed a place to rest their weary bones and head. In time his youngest daughter Nancy would return to this home to make sure it was kept in the family, as it was with love and respect. The gardens flourished and rooms were kept up, the home was large and exceptionally lovely and well planned from its inception, well built on granite and. As her great grandfather had told his youngest Nancy, “This House is Built on Honor”.


     Back to the great grand-daughter, who took her own route from her birth in 1955, that took her from her New England roots to California and then on the live in Europe and travel to South America and explore, in her own modern version of pioneering, never really laying roots. Then occurred the chain of events, first being led to Kundalini Yoga in 1985, an experience that so radically affected her life she felt, internally at least, that she was “Coming Home” and that perhaps led her to pursue her exploration into the depths of her great grandmother’s female legacy, writing pages of dialogue between her and her great grandmother, imagined as they might be, to try to understand herself as a woman in these modern times from the wisdom she wanted to hear from a woman she never knew. The work was titled “ In This Our Home”.

But perhaps it was the wisdom of the home that was calling her instead, to learn many life lessons and discover who she was and what her purpose might be.


     In 1996 Aunt Nancy, William Sewall’s last child, died in the house she was born in and the house was left empty, except for 6 months when her nephew inhabited it while his home was rebuilt from a fire. He too had been born in this house. It reeked of history.

He was one of 3 nephews she left it to, never being able to have children herself, and in 1997 they decided to put it on the market and auction off the contents. It was, after all, a huge house and they were all older men by now.


     Along comes the great grand-daughter, free spirited one of the clan, and spontaneously decides to make an offer on the house and create a retreat where she can share what changed her life with others. At first the gentlemen declined the offer but with some prodding from her ever wonderful if not bewildered parents they gave her a shot.


     And so began the new legacy of that which was left behind by William Sewall.

There is much more to the tale, that of sorting over 100 years of history, what goes, what stays, of creating a new and yet remaining place where people could lay their weary bones and rest their heads in a world that had changed ever so much since 1845.


     And here begins the story of Sewall House Yoga Retreat and continues but hopefully does not end the legacy of William Wingate Sewall, nature guide and friendly advisor to young Theodore Roosevelt, who, as TR said, knew him when he had his bark on. It is the story of a young woman, who like TR, had spent much of her life in cities except her childhood summers in Maine, and who, like TR, loved nature and found healing in it’s presence