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aligned by alanna Online Yoga | Frontline Yoga | Outdoor Yoga | Private Yoga | Women's Circles She came out of class with that ‘yoga glow’, elated, lighter somehow.

A lover of all things that keep a healthy body, mind and soul, I first found yoga during a time of trauma. With each class I noticed my worries seemed smaller, my trauma more okay, my fears less prevalent. I felt more peaceful, present and calm. Originally a Sydneysider, I completed 300hrs of yoga teacher training in Vinyasa, therapeutics and philosophy with BodyMindLife in 2019. I completed a fur

ther 25hr Trauma Aware yoga training with Byron Yoga Centre in 2020 and am now a volunteer with Frontline Yoga, running trauma informed classes for frontline staff in my new home town of Wagga Wagga, NSW.

10/05/2026

There’s a strange club you join when you lose your mum. No membership card. No one tells you you’ve joined it. No one warns you about the Mother’s Day question, or the laugh that unexpectedly comes out when you answer honestly.

You just notice one day that you’re on the outside of something, especially as a woman.
Especially on a day like today.

But five years in, Mother’s Day doesn’t just make me sad anymore. It makes me remember. And remembering her, really letting myself do it, fills me with the most unexpected gratitude.

I believe I chose her. That’s my spiritual truth, that we choose our parents before we arrive. And if that’s true, I chose extraordinarily well.

She was a single mum. She was my whole blueprint. The way I love, the way I work, the way I show up for people, that’s her. I am made of her. And she isn’t gone, not really. She’s just changed shape.

So today I’m not only grieving. I’m celebrating her. Bittersweet, yes. But mostly sweet.

If you’re in the motherless club today, I see you. I hope today brings you more of her, not less. A memory. A laugh she would have had. Something that reminds you that the ones who made us never really leave.

Happy Mother’s Day, Mum. I’d choose you every time.

10/05/2026

There’s a strange club you join when you lose your mum. No membership card. No one tells you you’ve joined it. No one warns you about the Mother’s Day question either, or the laugh that comes out when you answer honestly.

You just notice one day that you’re on the outside of something, especially as a woman.

Especially on a day like today.

But five years in, Mother’s Day doesn’t just make me sad anymore. It makes me remember. And remembering her, really letting myself do it, fills me with the most unexpected gratitude.

I believe I chose her. That’s my spiritual truth, that we choose our parents before we arrive. And if that’s true, I chose extraordinarily well.

She was a single mum. She was my whole blueprint. The way I love, the way I work, the way I show up for people, that’s her. I am made of her. And she isn’t gone, not really. She’s just changed shape.

So today I’m not only grieving. I’m celebrating her. Bittersweet, yes. But mostly sweet.

If you’re in the motherless club today, I see you. I hope today brings you more of her, not less. A memory. A laugh she would have had. Something that reminds you that the ones who made us never really leave.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mum. I’d choose you every time.

02/05/2026

You are not trying to find yourself.

Finding implies something was lost and is waiting somewhere to be recovered.

But the self isn’t static. It never was.

It was, and is, always being built…through the relationships you held, the roles you occupied, the choices that accumulated into a life.

When something major dismantles that (a loss, divorce, a career that ends, a version of the future that doesn’t happen), what you’re left with isn’t the absence of a self.

It’s the raw material for your next one.

This is how identity shifts actually work. And they’re happening all the time. Sometimes it’s just harder to see.

You’re not lost babe, you’re just midbuild 🚧




01/05/2026

You will never be the same person you were before they died.

And nobody told me that.

They told me time heals. They told me it gets easier. They handed me a timeline I was never going to meet and called it hope.

But I wasn’t missing my old life. I was missing the version of myself that existed inside it.

The one who didn’t know death yet. The one who still had them.

And she’s not coming back.

I know because I lost my sister, and my mum. 18 months apart. Two people who were load-bearing walls in who I was. And I kept waiting to return to myself.

The return never came.

What came instead was something I didn’t have language for yet…a self I had to build from what remained.

Unfamiliar. Unfinished. But mine.

So if you’ve also known loss, also in grief…know that you’re not stuck. You’re not broken. You’re not grieving wrong.

You’re just becoming someone you haven’t met yet.

01/05/2026

You will never be the same person you were before they died.

And nobody told me that.

They told me time heals. They told me it gets easier. They handed me a timeline I was never going to meet and called it hope.

But I wasn’t missing my old life. I was missing the version of myself that existed inside it.

The one who didn’t know death yet. The one who still had them.

And she’s not coming back.

I know because I lost my sister, and my mum. 18 months apart. Two people who were load-bearing walls in who I was. And I kept waiting to return to myself.

The return never came.

What came instead was something I didn’t have language for yet…a self I had to build from what remained.

Unfamiliar. Unfinished. But mine.

So if you’ve also known loss, also in grief…know that you’re not stuck. You’re not broken. You’re not grieving wrong.

You’re just becoming someone you haven’t met yet.

Hold that 🌀💙
06/02/2026

Hold that 🌀💙

13/11/2025

Secure attachment isn’t a personality trait.
It’s a felt sense of safety in your nervous system.

And the beautiful part?
Even if you didn’t grow up with secure attachment,
your brain can still develop it later in life.

Relationships (not just roantic ones) can rewrite old patterns.

This is learned security:
✔ consistent presence
✔ emotional attunement
✔ safe physical closeness
✔ co-regulation during stress
✔ repair after rupture

12/11/2025

Carl Jung (tf. my baby girl Dahlia’s best angle) ❤️‍🔥

It’s not in what we know, but in what we don’t know, in what lives under the surface that keeps us the same.

Stay curious 🫶

27/10/2025

Ever wondered what it means to really love yourself? I don’t mean just ‘like be okay with it’, but REALLY, TRULLY find love for the parts of you that right now…let’s be honest…you can’t stand 🖤 I’ve been there! And want to share what I’ve learned so you don’t have to find it yourself.

Join me in this safe container to tap into the body and learn proven psychotherapeutic techniques to meet (and LOVE) more of you!

⌚️6pm
📍The Quiet House, Coogee
💚 spots limited

21/10/2025

Your body is always communicating. Through sensations, tightness, impulses, or stillness.
When you slow down long enough to listen, perspective shifts naturally.
Not because you think differently, but because you feel safe enough to see clearly.

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