Helen Reimers

11/05/2026

Somatic Whispering is deeply relational, body-based work that supports nervous system regulation, emotional integration, deep embodiment, and sustainable change.

Working directly with the body allows us to meet the patterns held beneath conscious awareness, places where stress, trauma, adaptation, self-protection, and life experiences have shaped how you feel, relate, hold yourself and move through life.

As those patterns begin to soften and reorganise, people experience more space, clarity, connection, responsiveness, confidence, creativity, joy, and a deeper sense of coming home to a self that feels enriched and enlivened.

I’m now working 1:1 from Sun Med in Noosa Junction and have opened a small number of introductory sessions (and places are filling fast) across three Wednesdays from May 20 – June 3.

1-hour introductory sessions: $70 (usually $140)

This is an opportunity to experience the work directly in a financially approachable way, whether you want a single session to explore what’s possible, or to begin building something more consistent together.
There are limited sessions available across these dates, and it will be July before more places open up again - don’t miss out on this opportunity.

DM me for the booking link or use the link in my bio with code: INTRO70

“Helen’s work shifts something in your body that you can’t think your way into.” ~ Rhye

29/04/2026

SUNSHINE COAST - IN PERSON SOMATIC WHISPERING SESSIONS - BOOK FROM THE 20TH OF MAY

As patterns begin to soften and reorganise, there is often a return of space, movement, responsiveness and aliveness, a body that feels safe to feel, express, move again, a nervous system that can respond rather than react, and a sense of coming home to yourself and in relationship with your life.

I am really excited to be working 1:1 from Sun Med in Noosa Junction, it has such a great vibe. I’ve opened a window of initial consult sessions on Wednesdays from the 20th May to 3rd June, where I’m offering 1-hour introductory sessions at $70 (usually $140), simply to make it an easier choice to step into the work and experience it directly and as a result yourself differently.

I work in a way that honours you, your life experiences, and your current capacity, and the work itself is relational, shaped by what’s happening in the body and between us in each moment.

There are a limited number of sessions across the Wednesdays, and I don't expect sessions at this price to last long, so I suggest you don't hesitate.

“I feel like an actual new woman. The woman I really am, have always been, but somehow forgot… I am not a polite, easy-going people pleaser. I feel unapologetic in the most loving and fierce way. This is just the beginning…” ~ Hailey, 2024

To book, DM and I'll send a link, alternately use the link in my bio - use code: INTRO70 for first session booking discount

24/03/2026

I have a posture and expression that don’t always give away pain or suffering.

I learned that years ago in handstand school. The tasks would keep getting harder and harder, and even when I was well over my edge, my body straining so much I was about to drop, fall, or crash out, my coach would say, your face doesn’t even show that you’re trying. That’s why I keep making it harder.

This comment landed because it was true in more ways than one. This was not just how I moved in handstand school. This was how I had moved through life.

I became a mother young, in my teens - a single mother raising a disabled daughter. Somewhere inside those roles, I became exceptionally good at functioning past my own limits without looking like I was in pain.

From the outside, it often didn’t look like anything was wrong. I was doing my best to love deeply, care for the people who needed me, and be the person the world seemed to want or expect from me.

But something inside me was dying.

Not all at once. More like an etching away - my self-expression, creativity, joy, my desire to cook, to invite people in, and eventually to even to want to get out of bed.

Even in the times I was showing up, I was no longer there - not all grief comes with a funeral.

Sometimes it comes when the life you thought you would have is no longer possible. For me, grief came with the loss of the childhood I never really got to have. It came through all the needs, wants, and desires I learned not to have. It came when my tenderness and joy were reorganised into competence, rigidity, addiction and doing.

My life force was literally diminishing. There was no room left for it, or for me in the life I was trying to hold together for a world that said I was shameful and my daughter broken.

And this is part of the cruelty of it: so many people carry this grief without knowing or in silence because there is no clean storyline, no obvious ending, just the slow accumulation of everything that has gone unnamed. An identity shift. A life change. A role change. A relationship change. A health change.

Sometimes what we call numbness is not the absence of feeling. It is a protective barrier around feelings that have been exiled in the name of survival. And often, in that exile, there is grief.

Until grief is felt, surrendered into, expressed, and witnessed, it will block life force rather than become the portal through which meaning, vitality, and purpose are restored.

“Every transformation demands as its precondition ‘the ending of a world’ the collapse of an old philosophy of life.” ~ C.G. Jung

Links in bio or DM if you’d like more info on working with me 1:1 or in trauma informed workshop space 25-26 April banyula.zen.

21/03/2026

Look who I ran into at a Luau in Maui - it’s Jimmy Fallon 🤩😍🤩😍

And in all seriousness, I love this picture - not just because it is me and Jimmy (although that would be enough 🤣), but because it captures something I want more of in life - surprise, play, joy, connection… moments that break up the heaviness.

Not everything sacred has to be solemn.
�Aliveness can feel like laughing, being courageous enough to talk to someone you admire, dressing up, being silly and letting life be a little ridiculous.

12/03/2026

Who in the world am I?
Ah, that’s the great puzzle”

Lewis Carroll

When the roles, relationships, and identities that once defined us begin to fall away, we are returned to the deeper question of who we truly are.

A question not meant to be solved once, maybe not solved at all, but lived through and evolving with each cycle of loss, transformation, and becoming.

Grief & Vitality - Thanatos and Eros: a two day embodied exploration of grief, shadow and vitality.

Link in bio X

11/03/2026

For a long time I believed that if I felt joy again after deep loss, I was betraying what had been.

As if the only way to honour love was to stuff it down, stay miserable, withdrawn, and cut off.

But grief wasn’t asking that of me - that was my shame and conditioning.

Grief is love looking for somewhere new to land. And when we allow it to be felt and expressed, it doesn’t only come out as tears, rage, fear, or sorrow. It can crack us open to deeper connection, intimacy, laughter, play, new meaning, and purpose.

The deeper the pain, the more we are asked to surrender, and sometimes the greater the gift, as the body remembers how to let love and life force move again.

Joy and grief can, and often must, live in the same heart.

When we allow that, grief stops being a block and becomes a portal, opening us to deeper connection, tenderness, and aliveness.

Not because the pain is gone.

But because the love that created it is still moving through us. And in this way we honour what was, by allowing it to inform our growth rather than halt it

Grief doesn’t only take something from us. It asks us how we will continue to love. Invitation is open to explore this in a 2 day workshop with me April 25–26., Sunshine Coast - DM or more info in bi0 X

06/03/2026

I’m opening a new body of work exploring grief and vitality. This feels like an important offering for the times we’re living in.

Grief and vitality are more connected than we realise.
Most of us carry some form of grief, sometimes obvious, sometimes subtle. When it remains unexpressed, unspoken or unwitnessed, it can quietly close the body and dim our vitality.

Grief & Vitality — Thanatos & Eros is a two-day embodied immersion exploring how grief and aliveness move together.

Through embodiment practices, reflection, ritual, communal witnessing and more, we’ll explore how meeting grief with care and presence can reconnect us with meaning, vitality and a deeper sense of being alive.

This is not group therapy. It’s a carefully facilitated, trauma-informed space for those who want to explore grief in the body and reconnect with aliveness.

📍 Banyula Zen
📅 April 25–26, 2026
👥 Limited places available

If this speaks to something in you, you can read more and book here:

You’re welcome to message me if you have questions about whether the space is right for you.

https://www.facebook.com/events/969028839030517

Send a message to learn more

18/01/2026

Women aren't public property.

Catcalling isn't flirting. It's entitlement, performed out loud.

Last week I was at a talk where wolf-whistling came up, the older gentleman presenting referred to it a "compliment" in his day, and seemed befuddled as to why women would no longer receive it that way.

So I explained to him. When a man wolf-whistles a woman, she doesn't think how lovely. She starts scanning: Where are the exits?
Is he alone or with his mates?
Phone ready?
Follow risk?
Do l ignore him, appease him, smile, move faster?
That's not a compliment.
That's signal for a threat assessment.

A compliment invites connection. Catcalling imposes itself.

If your "compliment" makes a woman calculate her safety, it's not a compliment - It's entitlement.

Women aren't public property.

NervousSystemAwareness

10/01/2026

Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable ~
Banksy

Love is not the opposite of war, creation is.

Make art. Experience art. Appreciate art. Be challenged and changed by art.
Meet yourself as a living breathing act of creation - let the way you live and move through life be art.

These images are from the Banksy exhibition currently running in Brisbane, it is brilliant, if you're close enough, go see it.

07/01/2026

Equanimity isn't about staying calm, ambivalent or neutal.

It's about staying present with what is actually here.

When I'm charged it often feels like my perception narrows, my body clenches and my thoughts harden.

And instead of reacting, I pause.
That pause gives my nervous system a moment to settle. Not to suppress what I feel. Not to let it run the show. But to meet it with curiosity instead of reactivity.
Because charge carries information.

Equanimity can be as simple as recognising: this is what's here right now.
I don't have to like ir dislike it.
I don't have to hold on nor resist it.
I don't need it to be different before I stay with it - at least for a moment.

Sometimes equanimity looks like allowing both pleasure and discomfort to move through me. Enjoying what's good without clinging. Meeting what's hard without bracing or collapsing.

Equanimity is the capacity to remain in relationship with life as it unfolds - steady enough to meet change, soft enough to stay present, clear enough to choose rather than be dragged.
This creates a sense of intimacy with life.

05/01/2026

Compersion - Sympathetic Joy

For me, living with, and returning to, the intention of compersion or sympathetic joy can be subtle in practice, yet deeply transformative over time.

Sometimes it begins with noticing a sting of comparison or a flicker of envy when someone else shares good news, and choosing to stay present and curious with that experience rather than contracting or reacting. Allowing their success, joy, or love to be theirs, without measuring it against my own life.

Sometimes it’s practising genuine celebration for another person’s success, love, or happiness even when I’m in a tender or uncertain place myself, letting both experiences coexist. In celebrating their win, I often find I’m able to allow joy back into my own system as well.

And sometimes compersion shows up as letting another person’s fullness soften and light me up rather than threaten or close me down. A visceral reminder that joy, love, and opportunity are not finite, and that someone else’s abundance does not diminish my own, just as mine does not diminish theirs.

For me, compersion is a practice of staying open to goodness wherever and for whomever it appears.