Asteria Movement

My regular weekly classes have evolved ✨

Together we will explore our inner terrains, listen to the rhythms of the universe and move with its beat.

This is yoga for the heart and soul, as well as the mind and body.

A space for you to land. To reconnect. To nourish your whole being.

A place where frazzled bodies, minds and nervous systems come to unwind and unmask. To slip underneath the noise of modern life into spaciousness, ease and truth.

Expect a slow flow blending hatha yoga, somatics, breath and rest.

Suitable for all levels and nearly all bods - this is a highly adaptable practice with lots of options and space for you to craft your own journey. Pre/Postnatal bods & complete beginners welcome.

Underneath the new moon, we slow our practice even further for a monthly Embodied Yin & Yoga Nidra session 🌀

We meet on Fridays, , 18:30. You can drop in or grab a discounted class pass.

Drop 'Link' below or DM me and I'll send you everything you need to book ❤️

It feels a little vulnerable to admit there are times in motherhood – and life - where I’ve felt more like I’m surviving than thriving. Sometimes it's moments or hours, other times it’s days or weeks, perhaps months.

Times of prolonged illness, grief, postpartum, feeding challenges come to mind. So does waiting in hospitals, and airports and anytime I’m in a supermarket with a child having a meltdown. Or anytime anyone projectile vom it's on public transport, which is how this week began.

We live in a time where the myth of the Good Mother looms large. Never have we expected so much of ourselves, and each other, than now. And yet we are also in a time when many of us, also have less support from families and communities, and increasingly less resources. Whilst vast swathes of our society are woefully child and family unfriendly. So, if it feels hard right now, please offer yourself the possibility that could be because it is hard.

You’re not doing anything wrong; there is nothing wrong with you. People will try to make you, and your baby, a problem. That’s often so they can sell you a solution. These people are exploiting vulnerabilities and monetising womens bodies. This is patriarchy. This is late-stage hyper-capitalism. And that’s the problem – the systems that pitch us against each other rather than supporting us to rise together.

In an ideal world, we would all have everything we need to thrive, all of the time. But that’s not the reality for most. And sometimes that pressure adds to the hardship. My recovering perfectionist heart does better knowing that surviving is enough. It helps me to open to the reality of my experience and allow myself to be in it. Because I know how to survive. I know at the point I think I’ve reached my edge, another path will open up. And that sometimes, at the bottom of the pit there is a gift.

I also know surviving can feel all consuming, that sometimes there isn’t a silver lining. It’s just s**t. And it’s easy to get stuck in it. Over the years, I’ve found it’s the pockets, the little rituals and small steps that help me find a way out, a way back to myself. That pave the way from survive to thrive.

Sad news and good news. For those of you that don't know, this week is my last week for Community Yoga 😭

I have loved being here over the last year and a bit. It's a great space and I hear all the time how comfortable and free people feel here, held within its walls. Thank you OSA for sharing your space with me as I have developed this offering. Your support has allowed me to grow, experiment and play with the boundaries of yoga, movement, philosophy and art. We've had a wild time ❤️

For our last class we will be exploring our heart and tapping into the sweet nectar of gratitude for all the space has offered us. All welcome for our last Community Yoga, Friday 27th Feb at 18:15. Expect a somatic slow flow and short Yoga Nidra. Suitable for all levels of experience including beginners, non bendy and pre/postnatal bods.

And the good news, regular classes are being re-imagined into an Embodied Yoga offering. Still on a Friday, at the new time of 18:30 at one of my other favourite places, the Heart Centre in Headingley 🥳

These classes are founded on the same principles of accessibility, it's just the name that's changing to more accurately reflect how these classes are unfolding ✨

Will you be joining us? Pop any questions below or comment HEART for the booking link ❤️

**ra

Three years ago, I didn't know where this story would go. My vision of the future was completely blank. This year, I got to wake up next to my baby - not really a baby anymore - and wish him a happy third birthday.

I am incredibly grateful, and lucky, to have received good care. I was listened to. I got the special treatment. That should be the minimum standard.

And, it wasn't just luck. It was also deep inner listening. Getting to know myself, my mind, my body. My stories and my patterns. So I could discern between fear and intuition. So I could know if this is just my stuff coming up, or something more.

It was dedication and devotion to my practice and openness to exploring new things that could support my literal and figurative expansion.

It was tuning in to what I needed and asking for help. Bringing together lots of different avenues for support.

It was sifting through a lot of information to find what was true, and what was true for us in that moment. Finding my voice, asking the questions.

It was finding my No. Feeling it, expressing it. Being willing to take up space, create a seat at the table and say that's not ok.

Journeying through pregnancy, birth and post-partum is sacred work. It involves the deepest parts of ourselves. But it's also the work of body, of mind. And the work of how you choose to navigate data and systems. And for all of that, we need care and support. We need the wisdom of those who have already traversed the path. We need to be held.

We were never meant to do it alone.


A lifetime of gratitude to the many beautiful souls that held me though this portal. Thank you 🌞🌹

I used to judge my own uncertainty and insecurity in pregnancy and mothering. I felt I should know. I took it as a sign of my not good enoughness.

And then I realised my not knowing wasn't in the way, it was showing me the way.

It is a pathway to awareness. Of the ideals I have been clinging onto, the shoulds I have outgrown. The patterns and beliefs that keep unfolding through these new layers.

One of my teachers, introduced me to the idea of ‘growing down’. Which is so apt for these seasons of pregnancy, birth and mothering that invite us to dive deeper into the ground of who we are. To emerge as a truer, more authentic - often messier - version of ourselves.

When you feel the unknown rising, here is a practice to explore:

🌀 Where do I feel this in my body?
🌀 What are the sensations?
🌀 Breathe into them, notice what happens.
🌀 Explore moving, journaling, drawing, painting from this space - give your uncertainty a creative expression.
🌀 Reflect on any beliefs or thoughts that come up.

🌀 Is there a message here for you? What are you ready to shed? What do you desire to create? Let uncertainty be your guide.

What are you, or have you held onto in motherhood that no longer fits? How did you know? Let me know in the comments.

I still feel a little embarrassed to admit that birth with my eldest child didn't feel good.

I had a huge sense of failure and guilt around the cascade of intervention we found ourselves on.

I wanted to birth within the system, but I had thought with a few tweaks to my environment, if I had released enough fear, if I had practiced enough, if I backed my choices with enough information then I would be in the zone and that zone would feel like flow. And it didn't.

On reflection, I prepared with wrong goal in mind. I can see in hindsight that I was holding these two almost paradoxical ideas if birth being risky and uncontrollable, and safe if you can control yourself.

Unconsciously, I was stuck in a narrative that my birth was solely my responsibility. That it would be a test of my dedication and skill. I was focused on crossing a threshold of good girl, to good mother. And I thought I knew what that looked like.

This is my story, and I'm sharing it from a point where I can see how birth unpeeled another layer of my stuff. But I'm sharing it because I don't think it's only my story, or only my stuff.

It's so easy, with all of our passion and fierce, protective love to get lost in ideology. And so trust in someone else authority above our own; institutions above intuition, yet question ourselves before systems. To fall back into myths of what it means to be a good girl or good mother.

All the noise adds to the pressure and when we are in the this vulnerable state of undoing and unknowing we can so easily take it all on and create fixed expectations.

It was those expectations, not the actual birth itself, that threw me and led me to believe I had failed before I had really began.

I didn't fail. I was lost, and alone in the depths of the birth portal, disconnected and without a guide. It was a brutal beginning, but the one that brought me here.

Do you or did you feel pressure around birth looking a certain way? Do you have expectations about what it should feel like? Let me know below.

If you want to explore this further, comment 'stories' and I'll send you 11 journaling prompts to uncover the good birth myth held in your body 🌹

Well I'm not sure about you, but December has been unexpectedly WILD over here and all of a sudden we're already heading to the close. As my 5 year old has taken to saying, time really does fly.

So just a little note to say thank you for being here and for all your support over the last year 🌹

I've enjoyed doing this content challenge over December because I love my work and I love sharing it, and I really believe we can and we will change the system. And, sometimes I need a deadline. I've also unexpectedly learnt a lot about myself, and this paradoxical world of social media we find ourselves in. Thank you for your support, encouragement and problem solving 🤪

I'm taking a little time off to spend some time with my loved ones, the trees, the moon, the river. It's time for me to slow down, to nourish and nurture. And process all that 2025 has brought.

For those celebrating, wishing you a sweet and joyful festive season with plenty of rest. See you on the other side ❤️

👋🏻Hi I’m Sophie, a perinatal yoga teacher, embodiment facilitator and doula in training. I’ve been sharing the heart of my work for the last 24 days and I’m excited to keep going into 2026.

If you're looking for my general Embodied Hatha, Ta**ra and other non birthy stuff, find me