Just Bee Kind

"Grief is not only an emotion but a core human faculty." — Francis Weller

What if grief isn't something imposed upon us?

What if grief is one of the many capacities that make us human?

We spend our lives strengthening different parts of ourselves. We learn how to love, how to create, how to adapt, how to begin again. Perhaps grief belongs on that list too.

Grief asks us to stretch into places we never expected to go. It can be heartbreaking and hilarious. It can arrive as tears, laughter, confusion, tenderness, anger, gratitude, or silence. Sometimes all before lunch.

Maybe that's because grief isn't separate from being human. It moves through all the parts of us that are already there.

The sad parts.
The funny parts.
The unusual and messy parts.
The beautiful and wholesome parts.

And perhaps every time we allow ourselves to feel, remember, mourn, celebrate, ache, laugh, or love what has been lost, we're gently strengthening our capacity to grieve.

A strange kind of workout, perhaps.

A few reps in the sadness gym.

But a human one all the same. 💜

Bee Still. Bee Kind. Bee You.

• Travel Day Reflection •

I've been here a few days now and found myself reflecting on the travel day.

I am incapable of travelling light.

Two or three books. A selection of snacks. Multiple playlists for every conceivable mood. Hand cream. Essential oils. Lip balm. A journal. Usually more than one pen. Honestly, if it fits in my bag, there's a fair chance I've brought it.

My curiosity has been asking why?
Why do I always prepare for every possible version of the journey?
This particular flight had less room than other flights I've been on, which made accessing my carefully curated collection of comforts somewhat challenging. But I persevered. 🤣

The truth is, I don't think I like the idea of being bored in that situation, I can be picky with boredom.

And so, for the return journey, I have set myself a challenge. No books. No playlists. No distractions.
Just me, a window seat, and whatever happens to arise.

I believe this is what the kids are calling "raw do***ng a flight." 🤣😂
I would probably call it mindful presence, observation, or perhaps a meditative practice.
But then us millennials do have a tendency to use twenty words where one will do.
Wish me luck. 🐝

Bee Still. Bee Kind. Bee You.

Happy World Bee Day 🐝

Back home, the worker bee is the symbol of Manchester, a city built on industry, resilience, community, and hardworking people. Growing up near Manchester, you see those little bees were everywhere… mosaics, bins, street art, murals. A quiet reminder that we belong to something bigger than ourselves.

Now here I am, 13 years into life in Cochrane, apparently bringing my pollen to Canadian soil 😂🇨🇦🍁

And honestly… the worker bee feels strangely fitting for me:
🐝 female
🐝 infertile
🐝 hardworking
🐝 community focused
🐝 caring for the hive
🐝 communicates through dancing 🤣

Bees pollinate, connect, nourish, and quietly keep ecosystems alive without asking for much recognition. There’s something deeply beautiful about that.

So today feels like a good day to honour the workers, the nurturers, the builders of community, the quiet connectors… and maybe to rest your wings for a moment too.

Bee Still. Bee Kind. Bee You.

These photos popped up from 2023 when brought in a photographer... and honestly? I went full goblin mode with the props 🤣😂🤣

Blankets, bolsters, blocks… if it could make you feel held, it was in the room.

And yet here I am 3 years later…
my brain (as always) is like:
“yes but… what if we made it EVEN MORE cosy?”
Enter: hot stones!!

There’s something about warmth that lands differently in the body.
It softens faster.
It settles deeper.
It feels… ancient.
So naturally, I had to create something a little bit special with it.
"Stone & Stillness" is coming up and it will be cosy, grounding, and just a little bit indulgent.

Come melt with me 🫠
(DM for more details or book through my website link in bio)

Bee Still. Bee Kind. Bee You.

Three weeks ago, I taught a Yin class to a group of Yoga Teachers in Training…

Now, that might not sound out of the ordinary, I teach classes all the time right? 🤪
This one felt different.

This one felt… holy.

I was invited back by my teachers, .sisterscience and , into the very container where my own journey deepened. To step back into that space, familiar, warm, full of possibility, was a full circle moment I didn’t even realise I needed.

Looking back, it’s been a wild ride.
Not just as a teacher or massage therapist, but as a human, learning, unlearning, softening, growing.

I carry so much gratitude for all the teachers who have shaped me along the way.

Here’s the part that’s stayed with me…

During the Q&A, I was sharing about my Yoga for Grief work when Jill mentioned to the group that I had created this series.

It made me pause. I did create this, I've built my own container.

Not from a training.
Not from a template.
But from lived experience, curiosity, and a willingness to follow something that didn’t yet have a clear shape.

Lately, I’ve felt a bit of a fire under me. A pull toward trusting that creative current a little more…
letting things be a little messy, a little magical.

I’m not sure when the next Yoga for Grief series will be… but I can feel something growing here.

This work is evolving, I’m creating, I’m listening… so if this speaks to you, stay close.

Watch this space.

Bee Still. Bee Kind. Bee You.

It may not feel like spring out there right now…
snow, ice, that sharp little bite in the air…
and yet here it is, a whole season unfolding in the palm of my hand.

Just look at those colours, those colours don’t whisper… they sing!

A reminder that warmth, growth, and softness
are already on their way back to us.
Maybe we don’t have to wait for spring to arrive…
maybe sometimes we get to hold it, even just for a moment.

Bee Still. Bee Kind. Bee You.

I just had to give this one a post of its very own… a sweet lil bee browsing my website Aww

What’s the song???
🎵 Birds do it, bees do it… even educated fleas do it… 🎵

Honestly… I bet they all do self-care better than I do 🤣😂
Who's with me? 😂

This month you can enter my April Deep Rest & Reset challenge.
Come to a class or book a massage and you’ll be entered to win a:
Restorative + Massage session for two 😍🥰

You can join me at:
Alchemy Yoga on April 25 -
Restorative + Bowls Night ($40)

Stone & Stillness on April 26 -
Restorative Yoga + Hot Stones ($90)

Message me for more info or to grab your spot

Bee Still. Bee Kind. Bee You.

Soooo... I did this today! Went and had a lovely chat with the beautiful Candice from the radio!

What fun! In all the excitement I have no idea what I even talked about 😂🤣 so I'll have to listen in when I appear tomorrow around 4:45pm ❤️🙏❤️

Started a new feature on the CochraneNow web/app. It is called Cochrane Characters and you can find it on our website.

First up is Katie: The Singing Yogi.
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Something soft is landing in April my Buzzy Buzzy Bees…

A little reset
A little ritual
A little something to say thank you for being here.

If you’ve been thinking about coming to class, thinking about coming for a massage…
Then this might be your sign to book in soon. 🪧

Bee Still. Bee Kind. Bee You

I'm not going to lie… things feel a little chaotic behind the scenes right now. All new HRT, sleep all over the place, my body figuring itself out in real time. And yet… there’s something really good moving through. A quiet steadiness underneath it all.

I keep returning to my word for this year, “deliver”, and I’m starting to understand what that means for me. It's; not pushing, not forcing, just showing up… and letting it come through. Letting what’s ready land. There’s a gentle kind of fire here 🔥🐎 one that doesn’t rush, but knows.

April is going to be a beautiful month of just that. Gentle momentum. Small, meaningful shifts. If you want to meet yourself there, I’ve got space for you ❤️ 🙏 🐝

Bee Still. Bee Kind. Bee You