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Where Stillness Meets Magic 🌙
Heart-led musings & soul-soothing practices ❤️ Hello!

My name is Melina and I am a Heart Based Mindfulness, Meditation and Yoga Teacher. I was initially drawn to yoga and mindfulness for its ability to connect body, mind and spirit and was soon addicted to the soothing qualities of the practices. Using conscious breath, feel good gentle yoga and peaceful mindfulness practices, I bring a gentle, calming and soothing energy to her classes. My mission i

s to create a space of stillness, peace and spaciousness for people to connect back to their heart. I have a soft, feminine presence that will leave you feeling nurtured, calm and grounded. I believe mindfulness, meditation and yoga is for absolutely everyone and am passionate about sharing this with the world.

27/07/2025

Sometimes I forget (maybe a lot of the times 😆🤣)…I get caught up in story and noise, little dramas, worry, mind taking over the controls. I start thinking that I’m this little “I” and life is happening to me…you know when you “know” better, but you still reach for the proverbial junk food anyways.

Then something small will land and pull me back to myself and what this life is really about. A breath, something in nature, or when you’ve been in drama a little too long it gets a bit OTT. The other day it was Alan Watts. I was listening to him while we were driving back home and he said, “You are not a stranger in this universe; you are a part of it, and it is a part of you.” I love soul recognition…you know this is true…something inside you swells with peace.

That I’m not outside of life trying to keep up. I’m not separate from the world around me. I’m no the drama or the story. I haven’t forgotten anything that can’t be remembered again. I’m just here, moving with it and part it just like it’s part of me.

I think we know this in our bones, but it’s easy to forget – life is “noisy”. Alan Watts also said, “You are a function of what the whole universe is doing in the same way that a wave is a function of what the whole ocean is doing.” And when I hear that, I love the way my heart drinks it in…. Oh yeah that reminder of I don’t have to fight to find my place… I am the place and I’m already in it.

There’s a part of me that always remembers (aka the space in between) …a part that isn’t caught in the story or the scroll or the trying and it doesn’t take much to return. I think we look at the masters and go how can we live from this place all the time…not sure if that is possible…but I know they dedicate their life to creating space to allow that truth to permeate in their everyday lives.

The real work here is just to notice when I’ve left myself and come back with softness aka loving awareness (on repeat). To not make the forgetting mean something is wrong with me…but to keep returning to the part of me that knows I’m already held and already home (I never left).

Reminder: You can lose yourself in the noise a hundred times a day…and still choose to return home with loving awareness, every single time.

13/07/2025

You’re standing with a flower, and before you can catch it, the mind starts its familiar rhythm, moving through names and colours, scent, comparing the shape to something you’ve seen before. Just our design…it just happens…auto pilot. The mind reaching through the eyes, trying to process what’s in front of you as a thought instead of an all encompassing witness to it.

But there is another way of seeing that arrives when you let your eyes rest, when you’re not grasping and not trying to gather or define. Without even thinking about it, the gaze begins to drop down, not in direction, but in depth. The eyes are still open, witnessing the same petals and the same stillness, but they are no longer tethered to the mind’s chatter.

When your eyes witness the flower through the heart, it becomes less about what the flower is and more about what it feels like to simply be with it. You’re not separate from it. You’re just there, breathing in the same air, held in the same moment, alive in a kind of space that that doesn’t need words.

And this doesn’t only happen with flowers. It happens when you look at the sky for a little longer than usual, when you pause in a conversation and actually hear the tone behind the words, when you hold someone’s gaze without needing to fill the space with noise. It’s in the way you let the sun warm your face without trying to capture it.

Every moment offers a chance to soften the gaze, to let the eyes belong to the heart rather than the mind. And when you live like that, even for a few minutes each day, the world starts to feel less about all the things, and more like something to meet with reverence. You remember that life just wants to be witnessed by you, just as you are… the one who can meet it with your sweet presence.

07/07/2025

I’ve been thinking about how easy it is to get into the pattern of reaching our energy outside ourselves…a human on auto pilot. Looking around to see if it’s okay to rest, if it’s time to rise. If there’s been enough done, enough healed, enough achieved? Always some subtle signal being searched for, as if someone else might confirm for you on your behalf...

But who is that confirmation really coming from?

Are we asking for confirmation from God, the moon, the sky, the sun or earth? Or reaching and leaking for validation from other humans who are just like you…human!

Last time I checked…the moon didn’t run her timing past me in case it didn’t make sense to the world…she just moved in and out of fullness…sometimes you see her and sometimes she’s hidden behind the clouds.

The sun doesn’t ask for praise before rising…he just warms what’s ready to grow and wake up the world.

The ocean comes in strong, then pulls away, and no one tells her she’s doing it wrong.

Trees pause for whole seasons, and still they are trusted to bloom.

Nature holds no tape measure. And yet somehow, we forget that we are nature too.

Easy to forget, easy to chase and compare, even while trying to stay present. But I feel we can actually do a little better than this…really start to notice and observe your motivations and the intention behind the intention.

There’s still space to dream and want even more. To create and expand and move toward beautiful things. But not from lack, and certainly not from trying to prove anything.

You would move from your own fullness. Where being high on your own supply doesn’t mean bypassing reality, it means being nourished from the inside out.

Whatever it is, it doesn’t need approval or comparison…just your sweet presence.

Let the desires stay and the visions grow in god’s timing. There’s nothing wrong with wanting more or dreaming bigger. But let it come from the part of you that already feels steady and the part that doesn’t need to be seen to feel real. Just like nature the one that trusts its own rhythm, even when no one else understands it.

The shift happens when there’s nothing to prove, when breathing feels like enough today, when the sun touches your skin and it’s just... mmm good. Meeting your day with this grateful presence… not because anything particularly "big" happened but because something in you softened and was nourished.

Being with yourself in that quiet space, where softness and presence meet, is a way of returning to your own nature. Not fixing or striving, noticing and being. And there’s something in that that feels worth celebrating.

Because to tend to yourself like that is to remember you belong to the same rhythm as the earth who moves, grows, rests, and becomes without needing permission, validation, or confirmation.

03/07/2025

The thing about being human is that it’s so deeply layered. There’s a pull to be vast and soft, to take up space and also feel into the spaciousness around us, to be both the breath and the one breathing. We move through life holding the sense that something very timeless lives within us, something we’ve always known but can’t quite put into words.

Sometimes it feels like being here means carrying the memory of something lost, a feeling from when we first arrived, before we were shaped by our titles. There’s this craving to return to something we don’t remember how to name, and yet it lives in us, nourishes us and drives us through life.

There is a design in this.

The soul doesn’t need to chase the divine or strive to become something other than what it is. The divine is already here, moving through the shape of your body, through your voice, your emotions, your presence.

It filters through you, just like water through a vessel. At first, the filter is clear and the current moves easily. But over time, if there’s no care, no softening, no tending, things become heavy. The flow gets blocked, the clarity dulls, and life starts to feel overwhelming. This doesn’t mean anything is wrong…it simply means the channel is calling to be met again.

You don’t need to solve it all or prove your worth by getting it all right. What you’re here for is to keep turning toward what is already within you, the part that knows how to stay open, the part that remembers its source and its nourishment.

Your soul has traveled far and holds lifetimes of learning, lifetimes of returning. And now you are here again, in this body, learning what it means to feel, to remember, to live.

This version of you is not a mistake and you have not missed your path.

There are moments when it all slows down. When you feel the pulse of something deeper. That is not something outside of you. That is your essence…you. The you with the clean and clear filter.

If you’ve been searching for your mission, you can stop searching now. You are already living it.

You are it.

The divine becoming itself as you.

25/06/2025

There’s something about hearing that quote “you are the sky, not the clouds” when you’re deep in the grip of emotion that almost feels offensive. Like, okay thanks “Pema Chödrön”…that really helps…NOT!

Someone says it to you trying to help, and part of you wants to roll your eyes or lovingly tell them to f**k the f**k off because in that moment, your nervous system is doing the absolute most… and vastness doesn’t feel like a vibe you can meet…it feels like an annoying trigger.

And yet…

If you took a moment out of your little trigger tantrum and stop resisting letting the emotion, take its shape without trying to outrun it or explain it… something begins to surface.

Not so much relief from feeling bad or a solution exactly…more like recognition. Beneath the noise, there is space…and not space as a concept…but as a frequency…an innate truth we all have inside us, the kind of truth that remembers and knows how to hold the emotions without naming it and the kind that watches the storm without believing that they are only the storm.

That’s what the sky is.

Not just a pretty metaphor to spout out when you are feeling blue (pun absolutely intended). But a living, breathing truth of what you are underneath it all.

Expansive and eternal and so much more than what you think you are when you’re in the thick of it.

Not because you’ve bypassed your emotions or tried to transcend the human experience but because you’ve stopped fighting against it.

The sky doesn’t suddenly disappear just because it’s covered, it’s still there…infinite.

The same sky that holds the thunder also makes space for golden light, sunbeams breaking through in the afternoon, rainbows stretched across the still-wet air. The soft clouds that look like pillows. The wild ones that split open without warning. The tiny perfect raindrops. All of it!

And…all of it belongs.

And so do you, every part, feeling, storm and rainbow.

You don’t need to become the sky, you just need to remember you’ve always been it.

20/06/2025

I was listening to a podcast this morning with Pete Holmes one of my favourite comedians who used to be a christian. The host, who’s still in the church, was talking about needing to follow the rules and avoid sin…the kind of belief system that says if you do the right things, you’ll be blessed and saved.

And Pete just said, clear as anything… “That sounds highly transactional to me.”

I felt it land in my body because it’s not just religion that finds us transactional in this way…that energy is everywhere. It’s in us and how we were raised from when we were young…be good and you’ll get a treat, do well and you’ll be praised, stay pretty, polite, desirable…and maybe then you’ll be loved. From early on, we were trained to believe love, approval, even safety…it all had to be earned to feel enough and stay out of trouble.

And even now, especially now…it is showing up in the healing spiritual world “If I meditate every day, my frequency will rise and peace will come.”, “If I clear my blocks, love will find me.”, “If I stay surrendered, I’ll finally receive the abundance, the clients, the connection.”. But doesn’t that mask the same old deal…still a transaction and a way to earn our way into feeling worthy, bargaining for safety.

Do you feel it’s just an aching need to feel safe and to try manage life so we think we can “avoid pain’.

And when you really see it that you’ve been bargaining with the universe, trying to earn what’s already inherently yours, it’s freeing. Like a big exhale for the soul and knowing that real devotion isn’t about getting something back. It’s about presence in this body in this life.

Quite the practice this showing up without the transaction, to offer love without needing a reward and to pray, trust and walk forward without knowing what’s coming, without trying to earn safety, without worrying if you’re doing it all “right” or if you’ve sinned and won’t be blessed.

What if we dropped the performance and turned toward presence? Not to earn love or avoid punishment or pain, but because it’s who we are.

Maybe the real work is learning to live in the mystery, without needing to control it.

05/06/2025

no one really talks about the messy days, because that is when we disappear. like, properly messy. the days where your hormones hijack your whole system and you just don’t feel like yourself. when you want to cry… and laugh… and cry again. when you want to be held and understood but also can’t stand the idea of someone breathing near you. when you’re grateful…truly…but something still feels off. when you want to be seen and heard, but also want to disappear for a while.

sounds crazy huh…
it’s just how it is sometimes.

we say we share the messy middle now, but its still carefully curated. but we don’t always show the range. like… the actual range. how a woman can feel radiant and wrecked within minutes. how we can ache for silence and then feel lonely the second we get it. how we can be wildly in love with life and still wonder what we’re even doing with it. how we can cry in the car and then walk in the room smiling like nothing happened. how we feel everything.

the rhythm of woman.

02/06/2025

Something’s shifting out there. A slow unravelling. A shift in consciousness.

And it’s not just one woman…it’s showing up in many. There’s a hunger, a longing for something deeper. Not to just be more… but to feel something more real. Without all the word salad. Without the polished perfection. Without the pressure.

More and more women are turning toward something older. Some are finding it in Jesus, in scripture, in church. Not necessarily out of rejection of the feminine or the spiritual paths they’ve walked…but maybe from sheer exhaustion. From carrying it all and from wanting to be unburdened from the pressure.

They’re tired of trying to self-resource their way through everything and tired of turning their pain into a polished, shareable breakthrough.

Not everyone’s path looks the same.
But the pull, the yearning, the desire to drop the performance…that’s there.

Not to choose Christ over mysticism. Not prayer over devotion and embodiment.
But to return to a place within that doesn’t need to perform or be sinless in order to be whole.

This shift isn’t about picking sides and certainly not a rejection of theology or a redefinition of the feminine. It’s a craving for truth. God-honest truth. And more of it.
It’s a longing for meaning in the midst of real life where we all still “chop the wood and get the water”. Where the goal isn’t to transcend the body, but to come home to it. Not to polish themselves into someone holy, but to sit in the mess and still feel God there.

This isn’t about walking away from the feminine or beauty or devotion. The practices are still loved…so valuable and softening to the soul.

But the intention has changed, it’s no longer about becoming something. It’s about being with what’s already here. Being close to what’s real.

There are no sides in that. No right way and no wrong way.
Simply a soft surrender, remembering, returning to a body that feels like the home she always was.

Perhaps this is what they mean when they speak of the kingdom of heaven...not some faraway realm that doesn’t include pain…but this. This moment. This breath.

As above, so below.

Rooted in something holy while being fully raw and human.

31/05/2025

Sometimes I forget I can just… BE…
and still be of value to the world.

Not creating, not giving advice, not being useful…just breathing.

Like, not be something or be better or be productive…just exist. Sit on a patch of grass and not even try to meditate or process anything. Just breathe and blink.

Revolutionary, I know.

I keep catching myself in this full-body addiction to stimulation…scrolling, fixing, reacting, overthinking, micromanaging the entire universe like God called in sick and left me in charge to work it all out.

We are wired for sensation. For feeling alive. But dang, do we not all overcommit to the chaos sometimes.

And then, like divine comic timing, I’m hit with a moment that slices through the noise. A ridiculous orange sunrise. Watching my doggie watch the outside world her little head turning this way and that (so cute) …the way the sunlight glints through and creates a pretty pattern etc etc.

That tiny second where life is like, babe, stop thinking for a minute and just look. And I do. And it gets me every time. That holy kind of quiet that reminds me I don’t have to be tangled in every single storyline running in my head.

And in that stillness, something soft shows up. Like a memory of who I am underneath all the managing and doing and controlling. There’s peace. There’s awe. There’s even a hint of childlike joy. The kind that doesn’t need a reason to giggle or cry or lie flat on the ground just because the sky looks like fairy floss magic.

But then…of course…I forget again (and again and again). Get sucked into my mind, another existential identity crisis. Because, well… human.

And yet, the beauty always returns. Over and over. Those tiny, loaded moments that don’t ask us to change…they just invite us to feel sensation without story. To witness. To remember that we’re allowed to step out of the drama and just be a body in the sun for a minute.

And that might honestly be the most spiritual and devotional thing we can do all week. 🫠

28/05/2025

Someone asked me the other day...

“How long does your property stay ‘clear’ after an energetic space clearing?”

Good question.
My answer?

Well... how much “metaphorical mud” are you dragging back in with you?

When I clear a space, I’m calling in high-frequency light and all those detrimental energies get released…tuning your space to a whole new frequency (hello, God channel).

And that light?
It’s an invitation.
To move with it.
To release what no longer fits.
To rise.

Your space will stay as clear as the energy you bring into it.

If you’re constantly looping in negativity, resentment, blame, shame, guilt, criticism, or stuck in conflict (like constant fighting and anger with your partner), substance abuse…then yes, those frequencies can ripple back into the space.

We are walking portals people!

And I’m not saying we can’t have human days and we have to live in fear of having emotions pollute our space…of course we do and we don’t have to pretend everything’s love and light…we’re not monks on mountaintops and that is more than ok.

My point is… if the “emotional mud” is your soundtrack of your everyday life and you decide to not do anything about it (i.e. work on your own s**t and move with that light)…yes detrimental energies can start settling back in.

So how long does the clearing last?

If your environment is mostly calm, intentional, and energetically clean…the clearing holds beautifully.

But if there’s been big emotional upheaval, grief, major life transitions, renovations…

Even cutting down big trees on your property can disrupt.

It all stirs the energy and may call for another clearing.

Because space clearing isn’t a one-time magic fix.

It’s a living relationship with your environment.

One that asks you:

Are you honouring the energy you live in?
Or are you just filling your space with old patterns in prettier packaging?

22/05/2025

Lately I’ve been dropping into a thought that’s making me dive deeper into myself.

Why are we all so searingly hungry for more?

Like we’re starving. Not for food, but for something real. Something that nourishes us in a way all the scrolling, zoning out, and “doing the right things” never quite seem to.

We meditate. We do the work. And yet the hunger lingers. Un-satiated. Unsatisfied.

So we turn to Instagram, hoping for answers. And we’re met with polished spiritual leaders with millions of followers, perfectly curated guides on how to “be in your feminine” and feel full.

But often, it still feels hollow. Like the feminine is being marketed as a fix...to get the man, the money, the dream biz. And sure, those things come when we return to wholeness.

But it makes me pause and wonder.

What’s beneath the wanting? Where is it coming from? Are we longing from fullness or from emptiness? Are we chasing an image or seeking true balance?

Because when I look around, I see a world out of rhythm. Women exhausted and misunderstood. Men unsure of their place, spinning into hyper-spiritual roles or numbing out or being little bi***es. And so many of us trying to perfect ourselves into being lovable, worthy, enough.

Of course we’re hungry. Of course we’re seeking.

We need the feminine rising right now. But we also need context. Not just the performance of it, but the depth of it. Not just the aesthetic, but the deeper why.

This isn’t about one being better than the other. It’s not about fixing or blaming.

It’s about the union. The dance. Mother God. Father God. Together.

Growing up, God to me was always a man in the sky. No one ever taught me about the Mother. The soil. The cycles. The synergy.

We’ve been living on fractured foundations, trying to pray upwards without rooting down.

But we weren’t made to live split in half. We were made from both.

And maybe when we start to remember that God is not just in the sky but she is also in our bodies, the earth, the breath...we come back to balance. We stop chasing something outside ourselves. And maybe we stop feeling so dang hungry all the time.

Just a deep Friday thought.

Love,

Melina x

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