The Meeting of Heart and Mind with Natasha Skiba

The Meeting of Heart and Mind with Natasha Skiba Meditation and Mindfulness Teacher, Reiki Master - Natasha Skiba Currently available via skype or zoom. Sessions can be booked via direct message or email.

I run personalised meditation and mindfulness classes and workshops for groups, corporates and individual clients. I also facilitate sacred and non judgemental healing sessions to assist you in connecting your heart and mind. Distant reiki sessions currently available via skype and zoom. Soon to come all my workshops will be moving online including some new ones for mummas. I work with people in Melbourne (normally in person) and all around the world.

27/08/2026

Here are the journalling prompts I used to journal about my grief yesterday:

Who was this person to me?
What are the memories we shared?
How did I feel in their presence?
How did we show up for each other?
What version/s of me did they know?
What am I grieving?
What questions do I have that can’t be answered?
What do I want to tell them?

You can add or subtract to this list in a way that feels authentic to your relationship with the person.

Would love to hear if you found this helpful.

25/08/2026

I thought the death of my brother had taught me a lot about grief and the impermanence of life and it did.

But the last five days have taught me something deeper than that.

That we truly never know our last moment with someone.

Something as mundane as a text saying ‘how’s things’ can lead to completely unexpected news.

A catch up with an old friend can be derailed by a last minute family emergency.

A holiday to visit an old friend might not go ahead due to conflicting schedules and you think you have time to organise another one.

A beautiful catch up with a friend might be the last time you ever see them.

I have often wondered if I hang onto ‘physical memories’ too much.

Or sometimes I think gosh I should delete some of the text messages in my phone.

But then you receive the news that you lost a dear friend of over 15 years.

Someone you have many poignant memories with.

Someone who held space for you and shared their precious time with you.

And suddenly you are glad that you still have their Ironman training suit they gave you for your first triathlon.

Suddenly your mind and heart reflect back over the many laughs and treasured moments.

And you are reminded that it’s not about how much time you spend with a person or how often you speak to them but the quality and the depth of the relationship you have with them instead.

The presence of the relationship when you spoke, texted or were in each other’s physical space.

The biggest lesson of the last five days has been this - don’t hold back because you’re afraid of being too much. Say what you mean. Ask what you feel. Send the message. Trust the quiet knowing when it tells you something matters.

Rusty you will always hold a special place in my heart.

Until we meet again dear friend.

25/07/2026

Just under a week ago I had the chance to take a very spontaneous trip with my best friend to Sri Lanka for a wedding.

Booked a month out, we left partners and children at home for a week for the first time ever.

We didn’t know what to expect and we went into it flying by the seat of our pants with not everything planned (very unlike me 😅).

And in a strange turn of events it was 10 years since we had last travelled together pre-kids to India.

I knew it would be fun but I did not expect the healing that followed.

I laughed more than I have laughed in a very long time, I rediscovered parts of myself I didn’t even know where hidden. I was able to fully be myself as I wasn’t in the role of ‘mother’ or ‘partner’.

Of course not every day can be like this but it served as a reminder that laughter is really medicine.

What a lifeline friends are.

And how important it is to come home to yourself in some way shape or form.

Carla - Live and Learn ❤️

I’d love to hear about one of the most life changing trips you’ve taken.

22/06/2026

I caught up with someone the other day who I hadn’t seen in a long time. As we caught up on life the conversation naturally flowed to how I lost my brother last year to bowel cancer.

They said to me that they couldn’t fathom what I had gone through and asked how I coped. It made me reflect…

D was just 4.5 months old when we found out.
She was almost 2 when he passed.

I was navigating becoming a mother of 2 and finishing off my Masters while also figuring out how to grieve or something like that.

‘I don’t think I’ve really grieved, it’s a forever journey and it hits at different times’ I said.

What they said to me next hit home.

‘You don’t have to grieve in a way that makes sense to anyone else. You have permission to feel whatever you feel.’

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This morning D randomly came up to me with a picture and said ‘this is for uncle mark mumma. Can we type a letter on your puter to him?’

Boy did the water works flow.

‘Mumma are you ok?’ She said.

‘Oh my love, I’m ok. I’m just sad because I miss uncle mark - that is a beautiful thing you did.’

As she cuddled me she asked if I felt better.

‘I do. When we cry, it’s a release. I still miss uncle mark but I feel better’.

It made me realise how much I miss my brother.

I think people are often scared to bring up a deceased person because they don’t want to upset the grieving person but sometimes hearing their name, telling a story or being invited to speak about them is not what breaks us, it’s what helps people feel less alone in the grief.

So if you know someone who has lost someone they love, you might like to ask:

“Would you like to tell me about them?”

“What were they like?”

And if they don’t want to talk, that’s okay too.

But please don’t assume that silence is always necessary.

If you’ve lost someone I’d love to hear your thoughts on this 💕

01/06/2026

A while ago I posted a story about the magic of a sunset, how it can be a reminder that you made it through another day… and tomorrow brings a fresh set of possibilities.

It got so many comments, likes and DMs that I felt it deserved a spot on the grid.

Sunsets have always felt magical and I could never quite put my finger on why.

But then it clicked:
No matter how hard the day felt… how many parenting mistakes I think I made and today was a doozy (or life mistakes in general)… I was still here. I got another day.

Often with some moment of connection, some tiny pocket of beauty and the full spectrum of being human with all the wild emotions 😅

And when you look at it like that, sunsets become more than pretty.

They become an exhale of the day.

And if after all of that you’re struggling to let go of a rough day, may you find solace in the fact that tomorrow is a brand new day, full of possibility. I know I am ❤️

What do you think of sunsets?

25/05/2026

I jammed my finger today.

I jammed it so hard it was throbbing with pain and I couldn’t hide it from girls.

My eldest came out of her room because of all the noise I made.

I could feel their concern and I also couldn’t hide my pain.

I asked if they could hug me.

My eldest sat and just quietly stroked my arm.

My youngest sat on the other side and put her hand on my heart.

Together we sat quietly and bit by bit I could feel my nervous system settle.

And as it did, I felt safe enough to let them see me cry.

My eldest got me an ice pack and the littlest said ‘mum does it feel better?’

‘It sure does kiddo, the hugs and the space to sit with my feelings is exactly what I needed’.

And in that moment I was reminded that they did for me exactly what I do for them.

Sometimes I notice how quickly we rush kids through their emotions or how adults jump in with words to fix it or hurry it along. (And yes, sometimes life means you do need to move quickly.)

But today was a reminder: we’re not that different to children.
When we’re hurting, we don’t need perfect words, we need to feel held. Physically or metaphorically.

Because when we feel safe, our emotions can move through us.

This is what it’s like to work with me, a steady space where you don’t have to rush, minimise or hold it all alone. A space where your feelings get to breathe.

What do you think?

22/05/2026

So I did a thing last night.

I officially graduated from my Masters in Counselling and Psychotherapy. And if I’m honest like many other moments during my study it hit me in more ways than I imagined it would.

Listening to the speeches I was reminded of why I chose this career path.

Why it had been in my bones for a long time before i made the ‘actual decision’ as so many of our poignant decisions are.

My desire to deepen my understanding of people.

What an honour it is to be trusted by someone enough to help shape how they see themselves.

What courage it takes to sit with someone in moments of complexity and the unknown, in their deepest moments of pain and offer reverent presence and reflection.

How much little moments of connection and someone feeling truly seen makes a difference.

As the emotions waved over me I reflected on how much I had truly transformed over the last five years. In part, due to life experiences, my own deepening of understanding myself and my studies.

And in addition to all of that my two daughters got to see their mother study and receive her degree. And whilst they may not truly understand what it means now, one day they will know that it is possible to make a career change if that’s what you desire and that having young kids doesn’t need to stand in your way.

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