Gena Kenny Yoga, 2/14 NEBULA Street, Sunshine Beach (2025)

04/09/2025

There is a thread you follow, it weaves amongst things that change but it doesn't change. People wonder what you are doing or pursuing and it's hard to explain the thread, but whilst you hold it you can't get lost.

Tragedies happen, people get sick or die, you get older; nothing you do can stop time unfolding. But you never let go of the thread, the thread that weaves amongst things that change, but it doesn't change.
- by William Stafford

What holds you to your thread? to your place of steadiness? Is it your yoga practice? Gardening or Cooking? being in nature? whatever holds you to your place of steadiness, acknowledge and honor that.

01/09/2025

We celebrate spring’s returning and the rejuvenation of the natural world. Let us be moved by this vast and gentle insistence that goodness shall return, that warmth and life shall succeed. Help us to understand our place in this miracle. Let us see that as a bird now builds its nest, bravely, with bits and piece, so we must build human faith. It is our simple duty; it is the highest art; it is our natural and vital role within the miracle of spring; the creation of faith.

Amen by Michael Leunig

28/07/2025

Slow Time
When the rhythm of the heart becomes hectic,
Time takes on the strain until it breaks;
Then all the unattended stress falls in
On the mind like an endless, increasing weight.

The light in the mind becomes dim.
Things you could take in your stride before
Now become laborsome events of will.

Weariness invades your spirit.
Gravity begins falling inside you,
Dragging down every bone.

The tide you never valued has gone out.
And you are marooned on unsure ground.
Something within you has closed down;
And you cannot push yourself back to life.

You have been forced to enter empty time.
The desire that drove you has relinquished.
There is nothing else to do now but rest
And patiently learn to receive the self
You have forsaken in the race of days.

At first your thinking will darken
And sadness take over like listless weather.
The flow of unwept tears will frighten you.

You have traveled too fast over false ground;
Now your soul has come to take you back.

Take refuge in your senses, open up
To all the small miracles you rushed through.

Become inclined to watch the way of rain
When it falls slow and free.

Imitate the habit of twilight,
Taking time to open the well of color
That fostered the brightness of day.

Draw alongside the silence of stone
Until its calmness can claim you.
Be excessively gentle with yourself.

Stay clear of those vexed in spirit.
Learn to linger around someone of ease
Who feels they have all the time in the world.

Gradually, you will return to yourself,
Having learned a new respect for your heart
And the joy that dwells far within slow time.

- John O'Donahue

01/07/2025

Be soft. Rest when you can. Take time to sip your coffee (or tea). Study a leaf. crouch down low and witness the beauty of moss and its art. Paint colors in your mind. Turn a corner of a room into an oasis.

Clear out the clutter. Stack books any way you please. Paint a wall pink or blue or yellow. Follow the vines in your soul and climb up or down or swing back and forth. Listen to your heart. It knows what you need. Slow down when confused. Pause inside the tidepools and breathe. Ask the night to bring you dreams. Ask the day to bring you slices of daydreams.

Sprinkle soul juice on your heart. Soften those brow furrows and nibble on dark chocolate. This world wants to change you. Say no. Be soft. Be you.

Inspiring and beautiful words by Carolyn Riker, author of, “The Colors I Hear."

What colours do you hear?

23/06/2025

What can I say?

What can I say that I have not said before?
So I’ll say it again.
The leaf has a song in it.
Stone is the face of patience.
Inside the river, there is an unfinishable story
and you are somewhere in it
and it will never end until all ends.

Take your busy heart to the art museum and the
chamber of commerce
but take it also to the forest.
The song you heard singing in the leaf when you
were a child
is singing still.
I am of years lived, so far, seventy-four,
and the leaf is still singing. what can I say.

Mary Oliver

12/06/2025

"Do you have the courage to be at peace?" We tend to think of needing courage to speak up or take action. Stimulated by too much information in a world where there is so much to do to co-create peace and justice, and community and compassion what would it mean to be at peace, and why would it take courage?

Being at peace is not about being passive. It's about the still centre that helps us know where and how we might best contribute. It's about the inner quiet that helps us be responsive instead of reactive. It's about the balance within that is needed for sustained participation and contribution. It's letting our heart break watching news of violence, and still staying engaged.

Being at peace helps us work with others without the kind of white knuckle attachment that leaves us hopeless and helpless when things don't work out as we'd hoped.

Why would it take courage to be at peace? Because it means we will see and feel it all: the compassion and the cruelty, the hope and the despair. Being at peace is about not being distracted, is about being fully present where the winds of all that is beyond our control- sometimes light breezes and at other times a tsunami- are felt.

And that takes courage. May we have the courage to be at peace. ~Oriah

03/06/2025

Two things

Sometimes exhaustion and activism
sit side by side
sometimes they play footsie
under the table
while enjoying a pot
of fondue

Sometimes anger
and compassion square dance

Reverence and irreverence
have been known
to give piggyback rides
to each other
the two of them snort-laughing
their way down the aisles of
All That’s Holy

The sacred and the profane
are next door neighbors
they serve sage truffles
and strawberry boxed wine
at their thursday night
book club

The foolish is my saucy friend
and the wise my midnight lover

This means I can march
in the streets with a bullhorn
a human torch of rage and compassion
then
curl into the shape of grief
in a fort made of hope blankets
then
cry feathered tears for
the tiny broken robins egg
on my driveway
and still use words
like f@$ # and bulls@ #$

Two things can be true
at the same time
like this poem that seems
to rhythm and rhyme

and then doesnt

let this be your
get outta jail card
when you hold yourself prisoner
inside the smallest simplest
version of you

the cleanest you
the compliant you
the chameleon you
no longer needs to conform
to the one-crayon picture someone else
colored you to be

stop demanding the world be
one thing only
or expecting people to comply
with your version of sanctity

life itself is a
contradiction
a hot glorious mess
of entangled beauty

so are you

live it all
let it all
then own it all..

this way lies the zip code
of your genius
where your deep joy
feeds the worlds hunger

this way lies
fragile fierce belonging
as it sways

Two things

— Angi Sullins

07/05/2025

There are many ways to perish, or to flourish.
How old pain, for example, can stall us at the threshold of function.

Memory: a golden bowl, or a basement without light. For which reason the nightmare comes with its painful story and says: you need to know this.

Some memories I would give anything to forget. Others I would not give up upon the point of death, they are the bright hawks of my life.

Still, friends, consider stone, that is without
the fret of gravity, and water that is without
anxiety.

And the pine trees that never forget their
recipe for renewal.

And the female wood duck who is looking this way and that way for her children. And the snapping turtle who is looking this way and that way also.

This is the world.

And consider, always, every day, the determination of the grass to grow despite the unending obstacles.

- MARY OLIVER

06/05/2025

"Slowing down is the precursor to Yoga practice because this simple act allows us to consider our thoughts, feelings, and actions more carefully in the light of our desire to live peacefully" Donna Farhi.

Feeling Deeply Grateful

What an honor it was to host the incredible Donna Farhi for a 3-day Yoga intensive in Noosa. We were blessed to welcome 58 dedicated yogis from across Australia and as far afield as New Zealand, Hawaii, and Tasmania. It was truly a gift of time—to gather, deepen our practice, and explore the wisdom of Yoga together.

The intensive, “Evolving into Simplicity,” offered not just knowledge but the space to embody it. The beautiful setting of the South Pacific Resort gave the experience a retreat-like quality. Each day in the Moana Room, we opened with intentional mantras, prayer, and a shared focus on integrating our learning into every part of our being and our daily lives.

My heartfelt thanks to Donna, whose guidance is always profound, and to everyone who made this weekend so rich with connection, insight, and community.

I’m thrilled to announce that Donna will be returning next year! Dates and details coming soon. :)

With love and gratitude,
Gena

07/04/2025

Quiet
I quieted my life, until the only thing I could hear was the sound that blood makes in your body when you're still enough and listen. And the tapping of rain on the windowsill. And the simmer of sage leaves as they coil. The familiar clicking of a keyboard and the steeliness of a frigid afternoon.

Each of these an encryption reminding me of what matters, telling me where to go. I quieted my life and discovered much.

- Brianna Weist

02/04/2025

There are many ways to perish, or to flourish.
How old pain, for example, can stall us at the threshold of function.

Memory: a golden bowl, or a basement without light. For which reason the nightmare comes with its painful story and says: you need to know this.

Some memories I would give anything to forget. Others I would not give up upon the point of death, they are the bright hawks of my life.

Still, friends, consider stone, that is without
the fret of gravity, and water that is without
anxiety.

And the pine trees that never forget their
recipe for renewal.

And the female wood duck who is looking this way and that way for her children. And the snapping turtle who is looking this way and that way also.

This is the world.

And consider, always, every day, the determination of the grass to grow despite the unending obstacles.

- MARY OLIVER

Photo of the current Lava flow at the Kilauea crater on the big island of Hawaii.

09/03/2025

How many years of beauty do I have left?
she asks me.
How many more do you want?
Here. Here is 34. Here is 50.

When you are 80 years old
and your beauty rises in ways
your cells cannot even imagine now
and your wild bones grow luminous and
ripe, having carried the weight
of a passionate life.

When your hair is aflame
with winter
and you have decades of
learning and leaving and loving
sewn into
the corners of your eyes
and your children come home
to find their own history
in your face.

When you know what it feels like to fail
ferociously
and have gained the
capacity
to rise and rise and rise again.

When you can make your tea
on a quiet and ridiculously lonely afternoon
and still have a song in your heart
Queen owl wings beating
beneath the cotton of your sweater.

Because your beauty began there
beneath the sweater and the skin,
remember?

This is when I will take you
into my arms and coo
YOU BRAVE AND GLORIOUS THING
you’ve come so far.

I see you.
Your beauty is breathtaking.

~ Jeannette Encinias

✨🙌🏾💫 x
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