Melissa Weldon

In deep gratitude to all the souls who have joined us for our weekly class together. The names on this tee are everyone who have taken 5 sanctuary’s or more - there is also a no names tee for our new family members!

You are cordially invited to Sunday Sanctuary’s 2nd birthday!

When? Sunday 1st June, 11:45am
Where? Soulcycle Soho
Bring a bottle of water and wear a Sunday Sanctuary tee if you have one!!

The Sunday Sanctuary birthday tees are now available: link in the bio!

When I tell you it’s the simple things that make me happy.. this is literally peak happiness right now! Spending too much money at the plant sale at (£29) and a Jarritos cola (£2.49… if I had bought it 3 blocks up at Walthamstow Village, it would have cost 20% more.. 👀)

When I feel like beating myself up, I remind myself that she deserved to feel safe in her mind, body and heart. That her safety might have been taken from her time and time again from people she loved, but now she is safe and deserves love and softness and kindness and anything that falls short of that, has no place in her life.

Learning to feel safe in my body has taken years of ugly, messy, healing work. I feel like I have landed there, after 8 years of trying to figure it out.

A past version of me needed to work until I felt like I had nothing left, my work and training was a method to make me feel strong in a world where men had taken away the power in my mind, my body and my heart. My safety shattered through violence, force, coercion and manipulation. That s**t is real and takes years to dismantle.

I am safe now. I don’t have to always be so strong. I am safe in my body and my mind. My heart is safe.

Through yoga; on & off the mat, I have relearned who I am when everything I have been told about myself is stripped away. I have learnt to be soft with myself; treat myself with the care and attention often not found in the hands of another. Being able to sit and just feel was once an impossible idea, and is now something I relish in, something I find comfort in, it’s safe now.

It’s so much more than throwing some shapes and touching my toes; it’s complete and utter connection to myself and my needs.. something I ignored for way too long.

I’m still here; trying to navigate this s**t show of a world and keep the peace 🕊️

I know first hand what it is to fight for your child’s life. Not because of genocide of course, because I happen to have not been born under a occupation. I

cannot and will not turn away from what is happening to Palestine. No parent should have to endure the pain that is the death of their child. No child should have to see first hand the horrors they are seeing. No child should be left alone in this world at the hands of a government. No human being should have to face this constant bombardment of terror. It’s senseless. It’s unfathomably cruel. It is a war crime. Ceasefire now. End the occupation. 🇵🇸

10 days in the middle of the jungle? Yes please!

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I am having a bit of an existential crisis at the mo. Team a smidge of burn out with the doom that is living in this senseless world; I’m finding it really tough to hold space. Everything just feels so pointless.. like how does little me hold space when the world is so f**king evil and painful and senseless?

This week I am going to be doing my hardest to practice self compassion while we move this; existential dread is an appropriate response and I have to remember that what I do is both really important and also, not all that deep and that it’s okay if I can’t change the world in one 45 minute class..