Being Yoga

Sometimes you meet someone and a tiny moment ends up meaning a lot more than they could ever know. 🤍

I was having one of those not so great Endo days when I got chatting with this beautiful young girl from our youth group. She had no idea I was feeling unwell, no idea I have endometriosis, and no idea that I’ve spent years both living with it and fundraising to raise awareness around it.

And then… she gifted me one of her beautiful teas. 🥹🌿

As we kept talking, I found out she’s actually fundraising for Endometriosis awareness herself 🤯creating these gorgeous teas and drinks, putting so much thought into them, and using her creativity to make a difference 🙂‍↔️

Honestly, it really touched me.

There was something so special about receiving a gift connected to something that has been such a big part of my own life, from someone who didn’t even know my story yet.

And now I’ve obviously had to support her back and get one too. 🫶🏼

The packaging is BEAUTIFUL, the idea is beautiful, but more than anything, I think it’s beautiful to see someone so young already thinking this way, caring, creating, taking initiative and turning an idea into something that can help other people.

I’ve fundraised for Endo awareness in the past, but seeing a young person pick up that same kind of mission completely independently honestly gives me so much hope.

arshia , I can’t wait to see where life takes you, girl. ✨
You have such a beautiful heart and such an inspiring mind, and I have a feeling you’re going to create some pretty amazing adventures along the way.

If you’d like to support her fundraiser, check out her page below, grab yourself one of her teas/drinks, or simply share her work. Every little bit helps. 🤍

And seriously… go look at the packaging. It’s SO beautiful. 🌸

https://givealittle.co.nz/fundraiser/a-diagnosis-is-the-bare-minimum

I’ve been thinking about fathers today. That I will overshare, maybe oversharing can become a thing 🤣

I’ve been reflecting today on fatherhood, and I guess not so much about the idea of a father, but about what happens when someone grows up without one.

I know so many people who didn’t have their dad around. Different stories, different circumstances, different cultures and families but somehow, the absence feels more common than I realised.

And what I find fascinating is what people do with that absence.

Some repeat what they knew.

Others seem to make a quiet decision that they will do things differently.

Some of the men I know who grew up without a father have become the most present, loving, intentional dads I know.

Almost as though they took the thing they didn’t receive and turned it into a promise:

I will be there.
I will listen.
I will make sure my child knows they matter.

And recently, I had a conversation with a dad that really stayed with me.

He was talking about his daughter’s mum having a new partner, and he told me that this man was one of the best things that had happened to all of them that he was wonderful with their daughter.

There was no resentment in the way he spoke about him. Just genuine appreciation.
And I found that incredibly beautiful.

Because maybe family isn’t always about who was there from the beginning.
Maybe it’s also about who chooses to show up.

Who chooses to love.
Who chooses to break a cycle rather than continue it.

And perhaps one of the most beautiful things we can do with what we didn’t receive is make sure someone else receives it from us.

Happy Father’s Day to the men who choose to show up 🤍

Pic for attention 🐾 x

Fiji 2026 is around the corner and this morning I woke up to one more booking 🌺🙌🏽🌴🐟
And we do get some of those, actually on our first ever retreat we had someone that booked the night before and I thought it was a scam 😆 but payment was made in full and arrival time was provided for pick up so 🤷🏽‍♀️
I trusted and surrender to our impulsive yogi and it was epic 👌🏼
Almost burnt out from work and in much need of a retreat/trip/holiday 💅

Because in simple words that’s what our Yoga Alegría is! A week full of joy, nature, warmth, community, experiences and movement and I’m so excited to start finalising the last details of our experience 🩷

Surprises, magic and relaxation!

All you need is your flights and we’ll take care of the rest 🫶🏽

Ah! Perhaps think of one or two books you may want to read 📚 Fiji is perfect for that 🙂‍↔️

Link in bio

Ok love you
Bye

❄️ Last day of winter… apparently…

We thought we’d finish winter with a nice little goodbye, but instead we got hail, wild weather and a very dramatic reminder that apparently winter wasn’t quite ready to leave 😂 ( but I’m ready!)

And finally tomorrow… hello spring 🌸 🩷🥹

Anyway! September events are here, and a little insight, I’ve always thought yoga can be both things. We can take our practice seriously without taking ourselves too seriously. ☝🏽

There’s space for the quiet, grounding, deeply intentional practice ☝🏽 and there’s also space to laugh, play, move to ridiculous music and do something just because it’s fun.

So we’re welcoming spring with Bad Bunny tunes + yoga squad energy 🐰🔥

Because apparently that’s how we’re doing it.

And at the end of the month we’re hosting another✨ Blindfold Yin + Sound 🧘🏽‍♀️

Plus, there’s a class on tonight 6:15 👌🏼 if you want one last winter practice before we officially call it spring.

See you on the mat, whether you come for the deep stuff, the silly stuff, or a bit of both🙂‍↔️🤍

Can confirm Sky had the Happiest Dog Day ever !
But with us, every day is dog day.
Our downward dogs are brighter, our up dogs are funnier and overall we get inspiration from this wee fellow to embody savasana! 🐶

Cheers to all the dogs that make the world a better place 🐾 💕

Okay but… puffy paint??? 🥹

I feel like we all need an excuse to be a little bit creative and unserious sometimes.

So we’re painting socks + tote bags at the studio 🎨

You can make yours cute, completely ridiculous, match your personality, or just put a little flower on it and call it a day 😂

And you get to take it home afterwards 💅

No art skills required. In fact, I strongly encourage coming with absolutely no plan.

Bring a friend, come by yourself, make something, have a drink, chat, and spend a couple of hours doing something that has nothing to do with being productive.

🧦 Socks or 👜 tote
🎨 Puffy paint
This Saturday at Being Yoga
6pm 👌🏼

I have a suspicious amount of puffy paint sitting here now, so… please come use it 😂

Book your spot through the link in bio 🤍

Oversharing Sunday 🫠

I saw one of those posts about confidence that said something like:

“Confidence is walking into a room knowing not everyone will like you, and being okay with that.”

And I thought… Hold on! Actually, no!

To me, confidence isn’t walking into a room thinking about who might not like me.

It’s not thinking about them at all.

Period. 🫰🏽

And I don’t mean that arrogantly. I think I feel this way because I worked way too hard to get here.

To embrace myself. To make myself a priority. To actually understand self love and not as a cute concept, but through making radical changes in my life and decluttering my heart from everything that wasn’t good for it.

And those changes cost me…
I had to grieve old versions of myself I was once okay with.

And I had to grieve people I loved deeply, while painfully understanding the place I actually held in their hearts.

So confidence, for me, has never been about how other people perceive me.

It’s about what happens inside me.
How I carry myself. How I speak to myself. How I treat myself in my own head, in my own heart, in my own home, when nobody is looking.

Because that is who I actually am.

And I’ve worked way too hard to carry shame to also carry around the question of whether someone else likes me.

When shame shows up, I try to hold that part of myself gently.

Not shame it for feeling shame.
Just forgive it. Understand it. Love it a little more.

Because I’m kind. I’m thoughtful. I’m generous.
And when I love, I love so deeply it hurts my guts.
I know that about myself now.

So my confidence isn’t dependent on whether someone likes me or doesn’t.

It’s rooted in how well I can love myself , especially on the days when I don’t particularly like myself.

Because I’m stuck with me.
Like… kinda forever. 😂
And honestly?
I’m really grateful I am.

Maybe confidence isn’t, I know everyone will like me.
Or even, I don’t care if they don’t.

Maybe it’s simply.
I now know where I want my attention to go 🫰🏽

Ok bye see you tomorrow x

A little reminder about “exposure”…

So many artists, teachers, creatives, photographers, musicians, speakers and small business owners are asked to give their time, skills and expertise for free in exchange for “exposure”…

And look, I believe deeply in giving back. I’ve taught for free, for koha, for $5, volunteered and donated my time many times throughout my career. I still do.

But there’s a difference between choosing to give and being expected to give.

If I’m being asked to travel somewhere, prepare something, use my equipment, give up my time and expertise , while someone else is making money from it, a social media mention isn’t really payment. At least not for me today.

And the interesting thing is what happens when you say no.

You politely say, “Thank you, but I’d need to charge for that.”

Suddenly… silence…

The invitation disappears.
The energy changes.
You get the cold shoulder.

And honestly… boom 💥

Because if the relationship was genuinely about collaboration and mutual respect, why should my “no” suddenly change how you see me?

Sometimes the reaction to a boundary tells you more than the original request ever did.

I’ve had to learn this one myself.

Being compassionate doesn’t mean making yourself endlessly available.
Giving back doesn’t mean giving everything away.
And charging for your work doesn’t mean you care any less.

We can be generous AND value our labour.

I will always believe in finding ways to give back. But I also believe people should be able to make a living from the thing they have spent years learning, building and pouring themselves into.

So yes, I’ll happily give when I choose to give.

But please don’t mistake my kindness for an obligation.

Exposure is lovely. Being valued is better. ❤️
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