04/13/2026
Three weeks ago, I taught a Yin class to a group of Yoga Teachers in Training…
Now, that might not sound out of the ordinary, I teach classes all the time right? 🤪
This one felt different.
This one felt… holy.
I was invited back by my teachers, .sisterscience and , into the very container where my own journey deepened. To step back into that space, familiar, warm, full of possibility, was a full circle moment I didn’t even realise I needed.
Looking back, it’s been a wild ride.
Not just as a teacher or massage therapist, but as a human, learning, unlearning, softening, growing.
I carry so much gratitude for all the teachers who have shaped me along the way.
Here’s the part that’s stayed with me…
During the Q&A, I was sharing about my Yoga for Grief work when Jill mentioned to the group that I had created this series.
It made me pause. I did create this, I've built my own container.
Not from a training.
Not from a template.
But from lived experience, curiosity, and a willingness to follow something that didn’t yet have a clear shape.
Lately, I’ve felt a bit of a fire under me. A pull toward trusting that creative current a little more…
letting things be a little messy, a little magical.
I’m not sure when the next Yoga for Grief series will be… but I can feel something growing here.
This work is evolving, I’m creating, I’m listening… so if this speaks to you, stay close.
Watch this space.
Bee Still. Bee Kind. Bee You.
