Yoga Harmony with Jacqui, Melbourne (2026)

27/04/2026

The Yoga of Making GREAT Decisions for Ourselves.

Yoga means to Union.
To practice all the forms of yoga (asana/postures, breathwork, meditation, rhythmic & moral/ethical living, contemplation, philosophy etc) moves us towards greater integration, in order that we live happier, healthier, more balanced lives.

In putting our yoga (union) into practice, we get many opportunities – each and every day – to make GREAT choices for ourselves. But sometimes things get in the way… old habits… pressure from others… perhaps internal pressure from one part of ourselves…and the mental chatter that can go along with it.

One practical thing I’ve been doing recently – particularly when I’ve got several things vying for my attention at once – is to ask myself, “What… in this very moment… do I need (to do) next?”

I also ask myself… “What do I most feel like doing now?”

It might be as simple as “should I sit on bench seat at the beach to eat my lunch, or the stone wall to let my legs dangle down, or on the sand to feel it between my toes?”
Then I wait for the feeling.

Sometimes it announces itself quickly... “this thing”. Or, sometimes no real answer comes, and I realise I’m not sure. Often there’s a pressure to decide quickly – particularly if I’m with another person and the deliberation becomes annoying (for them).

Today I had a moment like this, and here’s how it went…

[Internal conversation… do we all have these to this extent?! 😂😂]

“Will I sit on the bench seat and eat my lunch in the sun overlooking the ocean? Hmm, it’s a little far from the water and I’ll have a parade of people walking in front of me on the path disturbing the view. Perhaps I’ll go nearer and sit on the stone wall and let my legs dangle down. Hmm, that looks awkward and doesn’t quite grab me. Maybe I’ll walk down the ramp to the beach and sit on the low wall where I can put my feet in the sand. Looks precarious, and I’ll also have people walking past in close proximity as they walk onto the beach. Perhaps I’ll sit in the sand… but, then my feet will get sandy… can I be bothered washing them when I get home?”

At this point I’m feeling pressured within myself… “Quick Jacqui… make a decision”.

And this for me is where my true practice begins… I take a moment (and remind myself I don’t have to rush. After all, I don’t want to get it wrong and end up with an experience that doesn’t quite satisfy). I ask myself.. “What do I truly feel to do right now?”

The answer comes quickly (it arrives as a feeling for more, but somehow there’s words associated with the feeling). “Sit on the sand” (& I can feel that the reason I need this is for grounding and earthing). And then my mind jumps in…. “but you’ll get sandy feet”. At this point I just laugh, sit down on the sand, and remind ‘myself’ I can wash my feet later.

Today, I ate my lunch, soaked up the views and the sun, felt thoroughly wonderful, and had an amazing flow-on of an afternoon. I suspect if I rushed my decision and didn’t tune in to what felt right, I would have regretted my choice (it wouldn’t have satisfied), and my afternoon would have taken a very different course.

This is a simple example of the practice, but imagine if each and every day we practice tuning in to “What do I need right now?” and then fulfilling this wherever possible. (This can be practiced in a work context also).

Our days would have a totally different flavour, and we’d start to live more attuned and fulfilling lives.

Then, when the BIG STUFF comes our way (which it invariably will from time to time), we’ll already be practiced at attuning and deciding out from resonance what the next step will be. From here, we’ll be able to make big (potentially life-altering) decisions with greater clarity and assuredness.

So ask yourself…“What do I need in this moment?”

With love,
Jacqui x

16/04/2026

The Overwhelmingly Positive Impact of Order and Rhythm…

I can’t claim to have mastered this in life… but I recognise the importance.

As many of you know, my husband and I recently stayed for 2 weeks in our friend’s beautiful home in the country, whilst they were away. Their home is a true delight. It is spacious and clear and overlooks a beautiful garden which is lush and green. It receives the country gifts of fresh air, sunlight, and the many beautiful and uplifting sounds of nature.

The inside of the home is exceptionally well-ordered. It’s not cluttered. Everything has its place. And when you open the drawers in the kitchen, everything is spacious and cleverly laid out. It was a joy to experience.

What has been perhaps a bigger surprise to me is how much this sense of order has impacted my state of being, and the feeling of clarity I have taken home with me.

To have order and space and ease, brings a particular quality of being to our existence.

I am enthusiastic and delighted with how spacious I feel after spending time in an open, orderly space.

I have come back to our home in Melbourne filled with a sense of internal spaciousness and positivity. I am simultaneiously received into our lovely and cosy home, which is less spacious, and a little less orderly.

Part of this is easily explainable. We are two adults and two adult children living in a 2 bedroom + 1 study + 1 bathroom unit. Essentially, our space is too small for 4 people. Still, we manage, and we have a loving and harmonious household. But, at times, it’s a little chaotic. Partly this is due to bad habits (I can hear my husband’s voice in my head as I write… “Can you girls put that away!”… me being one of them). Sometimes I fall into the trap of putting an item down thinking “I will put that away later”. And we all know what happens next! (later doesn’t aways eventuate).

The other part however is practical. We don’t have enough cupboards or storage space for 4 people. And so, it’s sometimes hard to get enthused about really, truly trying to pack things away, because in truth, there just isn’t enough space for the practical items we wish to house.

At any rate… I’m recognising the overwhelmingly positive impact on my being when surrounded by order. I harbour a fresh enthusiasm for creating as much order as possible, knowing this will contribute to my wellbeing and a sense of spacious (& less restricted) thinking.

And, knowing that our current experience is only temporary (soon our adult children will fly the nest and things will be different), I breathe deep, accept what is and commit to changing what I can. Spacious environments lead to spacious thinking… and we all know what can happen when we dream big! (Life gets better!).

Is there something within your control you can make more spacious in your living environment which

Here’s cheers to creating space in our physical environments, in whatever ways we can!!

Love Jacqui x

16/04/2026

Listening Deeply and Knowing how to Heal Ourselves…

We have just returned home from 2 weeks in Castlemaine. For me personally, it’s a place which ‘tops me up’ in a way no other place can. It’s naturally beautiful in way which resonates deeply with me, the call of bird-life is pleasing to my ear and softens my nervous system, I have a lot of friends in this place and there’s so much mutual love between us (in fact, I have a lot of acquaintances too, and there’s a lot of love between us also). There are creatives and conscious people, and I feel a sense of kinship, even if I don’t know them personally, and some of my favourite healers are in this part of the world. I also have a love for some of the fine foods accessible in this region😜

I returned home (to Melbourne) feeling the best I have felt in a long time. So many parts of myself have been stimulated in all the right ways. We had some family time (our grown children wanted to come and visit us – I know, sweet right?!), we had precious time together as a couple (rare, after 25 years of raising a family, but a sign of things to come), we had walks in nature, time with friends, deep conversations and contemplations, eating and drinking in fun places, arts and culture, yoga, healing and spiritual healing, and time on the land… soaking up the natural world in a way which restores balance.

I find myself with a significant ‘bounce’ in my step today (it’s a non-work day, so have time to potter). Washing, cleaning, settling back into my own home in the city. I can’t help reflect how amazing I feel. I have not felt this good in a loooooooong time.

And it makes me contemplate… What heals us? What tops us up? What creates ease in our nervous system? Who can assist us on our journey? And when can we step in and assist ourselves?

It’s taken a lot to bring me to this present moment in time, where the clarity is so crystal-clear.

It’s going to be different for each of us, but for me personally, I have come to understand I thrive when I have ample time in nature, going slow and soaking up the rhythm and sounds of the natural world. I thrive when I have access to like-minded people – to enjoy conversations and deeply contemplate ideas. I thrive when I seek out the right support people (particularly post-surgery) for healing and repair.

I’ve come to understand that in my attempt for survival (likely prompted by fear), post-surgery I surrounded myself with many (many!) different healing modalities and practitioners. It felt useful at the time - and much of it was immensely useful - but, it got to the point where I was having too many appointments each week. It was costly in the financial sense, it was costly from a time perspective, and I also began to feel “where am ‘I’ in all of this?” It was almost like I couldn’t ‘feel’ where I was within myself, within the world, without the impact and effect from the various treatments which had had their play with me that week.

So, I’ve been consciously winding things back. Cancelling some treatments (ie crossing out whole modalities), creating more space between the appointments I want to keep, and being very considered about what serves me best right now.

I can’t help but wonder (for us all)… I think we often know what our body needs or wants. We often do hear the quiet inner voice and what it informs of us (I know some don’t, and that’s a whole other conversation), but for those that do, I suspect sometimes we override or ignore the inner voice. “The specialist knows”, “the person with that ‘authority’ knows best”… and we hand ourselves over to what we or others or society tells us we should do.

When it comes to healing and repair, I feel we do ourselves a disservice if we’re not listening deeply and actioning what we need. Our body knows. Our inner self knows. Specialists and body-health-mind experts are awesome… I’m so grateful for the access I’ve had to many… but trusting our own inner authority has also got to be in the mix, and knowing how and when to seek out support, treatment and guidance, and what kinds we need at what time, is ever so important.

So, dear friends… listen deeply… back yourself… list or make a mental note of what sustains you (& in what frequency)… and get to it! Support yourself in your owns ways… seek out the support of friends and professionals when you need it… be selective about who you let work on your body/mind… and back yourself. The inner wisdom is there. Let’s use it to our advantage.

After all, we’re all healing from something… injury, illness, a broken heart, the impact of ‘life’… whatever it might be. We are all on a journey from fragmentation to wholeness. Let’s go!

Big LOVE,
Jacqui xx

12/04/2026

For the past 10 days we have been fortunate to spend time in Castlemaine, central Victoria. It’s a very special part of the world for us for us, as it’s the place we raised our family and enjoyed 16 glorious years of life. The timing has been perfect for a working holiday; we have a lot of friends here (& I am very well loved) and we work at our desk jobs by day, and ‘play’ in the evenings and on weekends.

I have been fortunate to catch 2 music performances, spontaneously bump into friends around town, connect deeply with a few special souls, enjoy many walks in nature, eat and drink at all the beautiful places, and I even found a sound-healing class to attend over the weekend. A break away from the city is a delightful thing and I am being deeply nurtured and topped-up!

In recent weeks I’ve been deeply contemplating my purpose in life and what brings me joy and meaning. When serious illness strikes, and you make it through to the other side, deep contemplation takes hold (or at least, it has for me). There have been some dark days where I have genuinely wondered about the purpose of things… and then of course further processing and insight and, thank goodness, a lifting of energy.

I’ve had some beautiful ideas brewing, and aligned conversations with friends which have been both encouraging and enlightening. It finally feels like something of the next chapter is now revealing itself.

During the sound healing class, I was dropping down into the deep, receptive state which sound healings can promote. I had a momentary vision of a tortoise who slowly crawled up to me and snarled, revealing it’s teeth. In the deep rest state, I found myself questioning “do tortoise really have teeth?”, but thankfully such silly pondering soon gave way to wondering what message the tortoise was actually delivering to me. It seemed to be a message of “hurry up… get on with it”.

With everything I’ve been pondering in recent weeks, it’s a message which seems relevant. After a period of darkness, uncertainty and really being genuinely perplexed about what life is asking from me, clarity is now starting to emerge.

I am grateful for the gaining insight; now it appears I need to harness the energy to ‘get on with it’.

30/03/2026

Thank you for the love Castlemaine!
It was so lovely to see so many of you at the State Festival Garden Party on Sunday.

It felt like a day of friend speed-dating... just hanging out in the beautiful botanical gardens, listening to music, and seeing some wild performances (I dreamed of acrobatics that night!), and then having so many spontaneous catch ups with friends, people I've shared yoga with, people who have/are also walking a similar path (in terms of exploring health, life and balance whilst here upon this earth).

My cup is so very full from seeing you all.
Thanks again for the love xx
🙏💗🙏💗🙏💗🙏💗🙏💗🙏💗

26/03/2026

Maybe clarity comes only after we’ve passed through the storm.

Today I was driving home from a massage appointment. It was raining hard and the windscreen wipers were going at top speed.

I looked via my review mirror out the back of the car and was struck by how crystal clear everything looked. Despite the rain, the cars behind me were clear… everything seemed brighter… there was such clarity.

I contrasted this with the view ahead. It was foggy and misty, difficult to see clearly, everything felt like an effort to visually process.

Same moment in time, same downpour, same road and yet I had to keep checking the rearview mirror, because everything was so startlingly clear and I couldn’t correlate this with what I was seeing in front of me.

I’m a big one for symbology. My subconscious mind speaks to me in images, and when I see imagery in the world with a particular feeling attached to it, the message is often very clear.

This was one of these moments, and in truth, it was unsettling, for it kind of sums up my life right now.

I’m startlingly clear on what has brought me to this present moment, but my future remains unclear and uncertain. As a person who’s always been driven and worked hard to achieve goals in life, uncertainty feels an uncomfortable place to inhabit.

And yet here I am… clarity in the past, and a foggy-vaguery for what the future might hold.

Do I like it?
Is it unsettling?
Am I uncomfortable to sit with uncertainty and see what life holds?
Do I have much choice?!

It feels a curious moment in time. Sometimes in life we effortfully shape the journey before us. For some reason this feels easier in our youth. But as we age, it feels that life moves us in various directions, and our will comes less into play. The winds of the Universe seem to want to blow us in the direction we are meant to travel.

I’m not sure where I’m headed, but I am the watchful observer, curious to see what chapter life puts before me next.

And so it goes… one step in front of the other in this journey of life.

Big love as we all walk our various paths,
Jacqui x

23/03/2026

Joy, Hope and Gentle Strength.

Yesterday I woke up early, bounced on my mini-trampoline to facilitate better lymphatic drainage (oh, how those pockets of fluid are so irritating post-surgery). I squatted with weights, raised my calves, and did as much ‘yoga’ as I could… which, if I’m being perfectly honest, looks nothing like the ‘yoga’ most of us know. But, I inhabited my body, breathed my breath, paid attention, and noticed what I noticed, so in its own way, this is perfect yoga.

Afterwards I got ready for work and walked out the front door. The world looked fresh and new, like it can when we’ve decided we are cultivating a new way forward. There seemed to be more detail with a newfound feeling of enlivenment.

Walking past the botanical gardens I heard a flock of cockatoos. I looked up to see a small group flying overhead, followed by one lonesome black cockatoo with yellow in its tail. What a delight - they’re one of my favourite birds - but also how odd. A quick google search put it into perspective for me, explaining whilst unusual, it’s not unheard of that a black cockatoo will temporarily travel with white cockatoos, especially if it’s been separated from its flock and has been eating the same food sources as the other cockatoos.

Apparently black cockatoos are a symbol of transformation and new beginnings, often because they appear during seasonal transitions, and are linked with renewal, growth, change and spiritual shifts.
Yellow tailed black cockatoos are specifically associated with joy returning, hope after difficulty and gentle strength.

Those words have settled nicely into my heart and continue to touch it deeply.
It feels like a rebuilding phase, and I am grateful for all of the symbology which presents!

May well all have joy returning, hope after difficulty, and gentle strength. These seems like qualities and states of being which many of us need.

With love,
Jacqui x

22/03/2026

“Do you find yourself reassessing any part of your life post-cancer diagnosis?” someone innocently asked me at work the other day.

I was shocked to hear the strength in my vehement tone of reply: “I find myself reassessing EVERY PART of my life post-cancer diagnosis”.

And it’s true.

Dealing with a cancer diagnosis is straightforward enough (well, at least it was for me).
Having surgery is straightforward enough. I mean, it’s painful, and time for healing is required, followed by the adjustments to a changed body… but, it’s been straightforward enough.
The frozen shoulder (as a result of the surgery and lymph node removal) is also straightforward enough. It continues to cause me pain, and severe annoyance, due to the limited range of movement on offer, but I know it will heal eventually, and so, I don’t waste much energy thinking about it.

The real challenge for me (and I suspect others who’ve had a similar significant health challenge) is what happens afterwards. What happens when you’ve had to stare death in the face and get intimately comfortable with the idea the life may (or may not) come to an end sooner than one might have initially thought.

It makes me care less about dying, and care more about living.

It asks me to examine where do the energies of happiness, joy and fulfillment come from in my life.

It asks me to check where there are deficiencies.

It encourages me to seek out things which bring deep happiness, as soon as is practically possible, for indeed, which of us know exactly how long we might left on this earth, with the ones we love.

What brings joy… or doesn’t... becomes crystal clear.

Conversations wasted over trivial things become almost intolerable.

Seeing out like-minded connections has become of vital, life-sustaining importance.

Pondering ways to ensure energy is well-spent is a daily deliberation (I can’t claim success at this at present, but the deliberation aspect is active and well!).

Just now I’ve been sitting in the garden, eating my lunch, marvelling at a sunflower which has self-seeded next to a post-Christmas poinsettia plant. Further on, next to a monstera which got relegated outside to either ‘thrive and come back to life’ or ‘die a death’ a self-seeded tomato with tiny, ripening fruit is growing. The monstera itself is also now thriving.
It brings me an immeasurable amount of joy watching these things grow – indeed thrive – in places they weren’t expected to.

It feels like a message for me delivered from the Gods, reminding me that things often grow best from the places we least expect, like weeds growing robustly through the cracks in concrete.

Perhaps from my cancer diagnosis and surgery to remove my breasts, the shoulder locked in position, reluctant to move, and the ongoing ponderings as I question the life I have, and the adjustments needed to consciously uplevel to the life I want (a bridging of the gap), here I am, reassessing the things of ultimate importance.

I lowered the crown of my head to the face of the sunflower. I really could feel its energy and wanted to bask in the glory of all that gold.

Here’s to transformation!
It’s often nitty and gritty and ugly and raw. It’s uncomfortable and feels teary. The lack of clarity at times feels highly annoying… and the glimpses of insight and truth in how to move forward are a welcome relief when they present.

It’s not the cancer diagnosis and the healing from surgery which is the difficult part.
It’s the part which comes next.
The rebuilding of oneself from the ground up… pondering how to live a life of deep meaning and purpose.

The sunflower gives me hope. The neighbours might think me crazy, for they’ll likely observe me outside over the coming days (it’s a shared space), my head bowed down before her, attempting to soak up every last ray of golden light emitting from her golden petals, before they wilt.

May the light of consciousness guide my path forward.
May the light of consciousness guide all of our paths forward.

Love Jacqui xx

11/03/2026

A Dog, a Frozen-shoulder and some Divine Intervention

A week or so ago I was sharing the news of my frozen-shoulder with a dear friend.
“I know a woman who had a frozen-shoulder” she replied. “It was really severe and then she was involved in an accident where her arm got badly yanked. The pain was intense, but it fixed her frozen-shoulder.”

I came home, intrigued, and recounted the story to my husband. We laughed and joked about him yanking my arm to try and ‘break’ the freeze. Common sense overcame us, as we recognised we could easily do more harm than good.

Fast-forward to our long weekend away in the country. A builder’s dog who was on the property came to say hello – a cute Beagle with soft ears. As I was sitting on the grass stroking him, he got a bit playful. He leapt in the air towards me, and my instinctive reaction was to withdraw my arm away from him quickly, in case he was going to bite it.

I withdrew my arm at lightening speed, and the pain was INTENSE. I lay on the grass and cried… the world went black… and I felt like I was going to pass out.

Afte a few minutes when I regained composure, my friend’s story about her friend having her arm yanked popped into my head. “What if this painful action has helped me?” I wondered. I slowly started to move my arm to see, and it seemed a little bit freer. I was too scared to move it anymore that day, so I just went about my usual business, keeping it close.

The next day my shoulder felt a little better again. I started some intuitive movements… feeling into what felt ok and manageable, what didn’t cause pain or distress, and noticing what my body would open to and what it wouldn’t. It was definitely feeling a lot better, but I didn’t want to become too hopeful. So I carried on with my day.

Yesterday, more movement again… and the whole shoulder area is feeling a lot better. There is far more range of movement in my arm, and it communicates very clearly with me what movements it likes and which ones it doesn’t. I’m feeling into the edges of things.

It helps that I’ve been having regular acupuncture and physio on this shoulder, and quite intense spiritual and energic enquiry into this area (why did it lock, what’s hiding or being protected, what needs to be revealed?). But who knew a leaping dog in a paddock and an instinctive moment of withdrawing an arm quickly would be what it took to make a significant ‘release’.
It hurt…and I wouldn’t have willingly put myself through that pain… but geez, I’m feeling so fortunate the sharp movement seems to have ‘ripped’ in all the right ways.

I’m off to see the Physio this morning, delighted to share my news with her.

08/03/2026

What a delight to escape the noise of the city for a weekend, and experience harmonic, bird-song in the country! (listen to the birdsong I awoke to this morning!).
Feeling so very grateful to have experiences like this, and to watch my nervous system gently rebalancing with every, fresh breath of country air.
Nature truly is medicinal and healing!

03/03/2026

Behind EVERY illness or injury is something to be revealed, understood and learned from.

Last week in a meditation-spiritual guidance-counselling session a dragon appeared on my right shoulder. He was breathing a fiery breath down on it. Moments later, an image of an old Kelvinator fridge appeared on the side of my upper arm. And a few breaths on, a small child (which I interpreted as a ‘little me’) was carrying an armload of sticks for a fire. I started to cry. “The load is too heavy” I sobbed.

Days later the results of a recent ultrasound came through. A torn rotator cuff (a previous injury), bursitis/inflammation in the shoulder joint (hello dragon breathing fire) and a frozen shoulder (I did think a fridge appearing on my upper arm was a strange image to appear at the time, and had interpreted it as “that fridge would be hard to move”). Turns out, frozen shoulders are difficult to ‘thaw’ and take t-i-m-e to heal.

A week later, a session with one of my other favourite healers, and a different type of enquiry into ‘what’s going on’…

…A heart which was covered in iron shackles and big bolts appeared… the soft underside of a heart (which looked like the pink skin of a newborn rabbit before it grows fur) began to be revealed. Large cathedral, stained glass windows with light streaming in appeared. “It looks so spacious”, I cried. An enormous wooden cross super-imposed over the stained-glass window came forward. “But I’m not religious” I thought… what does it mean? “Resurrection “came the answer…”a new way of being in the world”. A white dove brought an olive branch… I didn’t understand… was she bringing me peace? And then a thick, luxurious soft Persian carpet appeared, with some of my favourite rusty-red colours woven through it. A gold chalice with wine presented before the carpet and in front of my heart. I didn’t understand the imagery my sub-conscious put forward, but it felt a comforting image.

My sub-conscious mind often speaks to me in images. I generally understand the meaning and relevance of the images put forward and how they relate to me. It’s like a beautiful rich message of insight being delivered from the wise, depths of my being.

I rarely look for outside assistance in understanding images which come forward. They are after all my sub-conscious trying to communicate with me, and it feels important that it’s the meaning I take from an image (rather than someone else’s interpretation) to be the most important part.

This morning however I was intrigued.
I looked up the symbolism of a red Persian carpet and a wine-filled chalice, and the suggested information was so very interesting to contemplate…

AI advised:

“Across traditions, a chalice is almost always a symbol of containment, receptivity, and inner nourishment. When it’s gold, the symbolism intensifies.

Common layers of meaning:
Inner richness or spiritual abundance — Gold often represents value, purity, and the “highest” or most refined aspect of the self.
The sacred feminine / receptivity — A cup is a vessel, so it often symbolizes openness, intuition, and emotional depth.
Transformation — A chalice filled with wine can represent the shift from the ordinary to the elevated (wine = altered state, celebration, insight).
Life force or vitality — Wine is often linked to blood, passion, or the essence of life.
Celebration and offering — A chalice can be a symbol of gratitude, ritual, or honouring something important.
For a non‑religious spiritual person, the chalice can represent your inner capacity to hold meaning, emotion, or wisdom.

A soft Persian carpet with red in it behind the chalice introduces a whole new dimension. Persian carpets traditionally symbolize:

Cultural richness and heritage — They’re often seen as tapestries of story, memory, and identity.
Grounding and comfort — A carpet is something you stand on; it represents stability and belonging.
The inner world — Persian patterns often symbolize the cosmos, gardens, or the mind’s landscape.
Red specifically adds:
vitality
passion
grounding in the physical world
life energy
So the carpet becomes a foundation—a backdrop of lived experience, ancestry, or emotional warmth.

This could mean:
A desire to honour your inner life more deeply
A recognition of your own worth or spiritual maturity
A need to ground your spiritual experiences
A moment where emotion (wine), value (gold), and safety (carpet) are aligning.”

Geez… as I get ready to get dressed to go into the office today, there’s something deep and meaningful to contemplate!!

May your sub-conscious mind speak to you in ways which are meaningful and can be understood. May we all have the stillness and receptivity to listen and watch our inner world closely.

Love Jacqui x

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