Briellen McAlpine Breathwork · Healing

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁 | 𝘯𝘰𝘵-𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺-𝘺𝘰𝘨𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 9 𝘚𝘦𝘱𝘵

wake up your
𝗦𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 - 𝗪𝗢𝗢𝗗 - 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗲𝘀 |

𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝘵𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 + 𝙮𝙤𝙜𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙚𝙨.

This is the not-exactly-yoga SPRING edit.

We start September 9 for 6 weeks of inner goodness

𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗲 - 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗼𝘅 - 𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝘂𝗽 tendons and sinews - move what got stuck or stagnant over the slower quieter winter months

- build and refine the capacity to 𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 - 𝗪𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁, epitomised in your being
- cultivate 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲r - the right amount, at the right time, and the right place

and practices to 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗟𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿

..exactly what you need to 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗦𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚

online and in person options, all sessions recorded + downloadable, so you can join live, or in our own perfect timing.

All sessions are offered within our private membership, new members are welcome!

www.briellenmcalpine.com/yoga

In our EARTH (connected) yoga series I began by talking about how potentially our feet could be as dexterous and agile as our hands - well, Adriana has it nailed.

What an amazing human she is!
Have a scroll through her profile and apart from being amazed, notice how your brain keeps trying to tell you she is using her hands….

That is where our limits lie…..

Adriana Macías Conferencista y Escritora Motivacional

Six weeks of our signature ‘ not-exactly-yoga’ to get you on your feet and your feet on the ground.

Stability. Anchoring.
Standing on your own two feet.
Standing for You.

Foot loving yoga.
Leg, hip and core building so you stand and live with grace and strength.

Breath to ground your energy and clear your mind.

Feet on the ground you can drop out of your head and drop stress and anxiety with it.

It’s body mind medicine for sensitive and deep thinking souls …. And soles.

Get to know yourself from the bottom up
So you really know what you stand for

And you can’t beat the feeling of feet beautifully connected to this earth

Then you really get to breathe and expand into possibilities of movement and life!

Ready to join us? We start 15 July, session options include live online or in person, as well as via downloadable recordings.

Bookings essential - dm or check link in bio to book and get more details!

Testimonials, great
..but a poem!

That is a testimonial that deserves a testimonial, so I made some art
What a beautiful gift to receive this ❤️

And what an honour to walk beside beautiful humans like this one as they breathe their lives back xx

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𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴

𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵 𝘏𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘴 (24 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘦 2026)

A step above rock bottom,
a man in despair—
broken, living inside fear.

Fear of his own mind,
pulling him down
to a place he knows too well.

Anger, rage—
a life that can’t go on like this,
a weight too heavy for these years.

Then—
a simple call,
a reaching out.

A house on the boulders,
standing among trees.

From shadows, she appears—
Brie.

Small in stature,
steady, warm—
a smile
that lets the air back in.

Now—
life is good,
life is great.
The ache of yesterday is gone.

Ten sessions—
peace.
Ten sessions—
calm.

And countless reasons
to stay,
to breathe,
to live an island life
my own.

Family patterns. Family matters. Sibling scenes…. it's not just you. It's all of us.

This Winter Solstice we are going there, with the breath.

A couple of spots remaining - small groups so we keep it intimate, soft and deep.

www.briellenmcalpine.com/wintersolstice

to book ( essential!)

need to brush up on family matters?
Here is a short and sweet article I came across today:

https://emilylcollins.substack.com/p/if-you-think-youre-enlightened-go

"If You Think You're Enlightened, Go Spend a Week with Your Family" Ram Dass What Ram Dass Forgot to Mention: You Might Leave in Tears, but Also More Free

… crazy that we have to choose to do this, and what a choice to make 💚

💗Caring for myself like someone I love. 💗
🖋️

the kind of untamed peace that is our natural world… another perspective to open to 💚

LESS THAN 24 HOURS AFTER THE FULL MOON… KĪLAUEA ERUPTS 🌋

Just hours after the Full Moon crossed the sky, Kīlauea came roaring to life.

Massive lava fountains shot hundreds of feet into the air as Hawaii’s most famous volcano put on a spectacular sunrise display.

The eruption transformed the morning sky into a glowing wall of orange as molten rock surged from deep within the Earth.

🌕 Full Moon.
🌋 Sunrise eruption.
🌎 Another reminder that our planet is anything but quiet.

To paraphrase - We come out of, not too, the world - a thought and feeling provoking perspective shift.
perspective we might say is everything….

The Yorubas have a proverb about how children are given to their mothers and to the hands that welcome them. It is said that children do not come into the world, they come out of it.

The distinction is critical: to come into the world is to presume a metaphysics of clean entries and pure arrivals. To come into the world is to fall from the sky. It is to have been positioned outside the world before the journey.

But to come out of the world is to have always been part of the world. It is to stretch the world's limits, to drag its grime and dust and murk and quivering bacteria and murmuring creases and shimmering shadows and tattooed landscapes and pustular surfaces and ancestral sedimentations and colonial arrangements and theogonic accommodations and industrial fevers and speculative geologies and racial productions and civilisational traumas and ethical longings into the irreverent bump of an engorged belly.

To come out of the world is to notice that the "new" is a radical composition: bodies do not sprout from pure places. Bodies are composed with colonial threads, with violent textures, with imperial sedimentations, with accommodations that already inhere with the violences that produced them. There is no precolonial body to return to, no innocence to regain - for innocence itself is not the absence of tension but the arrangement of sensibility in such a way as to contain those tensions and their exilic powers. Innocence is accommodated tension.

In this sense, the new is grotesque. The grotesque is how I see bodies within radical composition. The word itself carries more weight and prestige than its modern flattening might allow us to see. It comes from grotta, the grotto, the cave, the underground chamber. The grotesque was first used to describe the strange paintings discovered in the underground ruins of Nero's Domus Aurea in Rome - fantastical figures, hybrid forms, bodies that mixed human and animal and plant in ways that violated every classical taxonomy.

The grotesque is the aesthetic of the paraterranean (my speculative geological term for the churning within the settled). This is the strange, speculative life of the body produced by the sorting mechanisms that distribute the body into categories. The grotesque is the worldly, the unfinished, the limitation of the taxonomic, a refusal of purity, and an invitation to apprentice the new as a wondering, wandering, coddiwompling, awkward falling-apart-together in the moral strongholds that lock us into the safety of the normative.

Báyò Akomolafe

Image: A clay model of my hand, composed with the most carnivalesque materials - kaolin and basalt and more - by my sister, colleague, artist, and self-avowed "materials nerd", Krista Dragomer.