Peace + Presence with Melina

20/11/2025

The peace of steadiness…it’s a funny thing, because we tend to chase it as if it’s somewhere far ahead of us, when it has been waiting in the background the whole time, almost amused by how hard we work to find something that never actually left.

Most of us move through life as if we are whirlpools pretending to be solid objects, always spinning and reacting and trying to hold ourselves together through sheer effort, and when life slows even slightly, we start to feel uneasy, almost suspicious, as though something important has gone missing simply because the pace has changed.

But steadiness isn’t a frozen state, and it has nothing to do with clamping down or forcing stillness; it is a kind of presence that appears when you stop trying to control the moment and instead begin to participate in it with the same naturalness you breathe.

There is a place inside the body where strength and softness coexist without argument, and you can sense it in the space of a single breath when you’re quiet enough to feel it, which is why the yogis described it so beautifully long before we had language for burnout or busy minds, pointing toward that inner experience of being grounded and fluid at the same time.

Meditation reveals this so clearly, not by demanding silence but by letting the mind dance and swirl until it eventually tires itself out, moving through thought and fidget and resistance until, without any dramatic announcement, something inside relaxes and the breath deepens and the edges soften, and suddenly you meet a version of yourself that isn’t striving so hard to be anything at all.

That is steadiness, not the absence of movement but the movement that no longer shakes you.

It returns in the smallest choices, in the times you stop abandoning yourself, in the moments you listen rather than outrun your own discomfort.

Steadiness is what rises when your whole system finally exhales after living in survival mode for far too long.

When you listen instead of rush, when you actually stay with your body long enough to hear what it’s been trying to say and give it back to her.

07/11/2025

I received an email from my Vedic meditation teacher yesterday saying “congratulations” it’s been three months since you’ve been meditating. And I thought it was something awesome to celebrate! Also had a bit of a giggle because most people do posts celebrating how much money they’ve made, six, seven figures, and I’m celebrating three months of consistent daily stillness…I think that’s kinda hilarious.🤣

Yes, of course I could sit here and list all the beautiful things meditation does etc etc (you know all that already).

But beyond that…in waking life it’s something people won’t notice…you just feel these little shifts that are actually quite BIG.

Like wayyyy more self-kindness, wayyyyy less internal s**t talk…perhaps because the chatter empties out daily. And yeah, there are things I don’t like about myself sometimes (hello hormones) but I’ll have a cry and bounce back easier instead of layering shame, less triggers, more capacity when life gets loud or overwhelming.

And if I could sum it all up…it feels like widening my capacity for life, love, divine to flow in. Capacity to receive more without collapsing, to receive good without bracing.

And just to say… this isn’t the thing, it’s a thing, a big piece of the puzzle and a tool in the backpack of light and life and whatever we’re doing here. I’ve been doing the work for years, peeling, healing, cracking open, falling down, getting back up. So, meditation isn’t like the “fix”, it just finally paired the “protein with the actual movement”, if that makes sense. You can eat all the protein but if you never lift, you don’t build strength. Same here, all that inner work needed a daily anchor…still point.

Stillness with the flow, devotion with the widening = coming home to yourself again.

If you’re in that “wow I’d like to feel more like myself again” season… can this be a call to action to choose one tiny thing and show up for it. Doesn’t have to be profound.

Small is underrated but consistency is not.

Also…10/10 recommend prioritising your peace over overwhelm…😅🤓😝

Anyway, here’s celebrating inner peace and devotion because nervous system wealth is a thing too. 💪

02/11/2025

Not the good girl.
Not the agreeable one.
But a warm woman with clean boundaries,
and fire, and a body that remembers her power.
November feels like that.

Who's with me?!

01/11/2025

What if you saw your skin the way desire sees it…warm, alive, waiting to be touched. 🌹

What if every curve, every ripple, every dimple…wasn’t a flaw to tame…but a place for pleasure to land…a place life has kissed you. 💋

What if silk on your shoulder…was enough to wake something in you…a little ache, a little hunger, a little pulse…reminding you that you are made to feel not just to look. 💃🏻

What if the woman inside you did not ask permission to arrive…She just rose like warm honey sliding her way to the surface…slow, golden, dripping with sweetness. Her softness turning into sway, breath turning into blush. 🍯

Loving yourself before anyone else catches up, is self-lead internal revolution…it’s you flirting with your own soul… letting her know…you’re choosing her, again and again. 💞

Bloom first…and then let the mirror learn from you. 🌸

Your skin already knows how to be worshipped…let your fingertips teach your mind the way back. 💦

27/10/2025

Still floating from the Altar Day Retreat with my gal Rosie Chehade🫧

What a day.

It was calm, light, open… and full of love.
The kind of day that reminds me how healing (and fun) it is when women gather together.

We drank cacao, ate like queens, and grounded into the beauty of the land around us.

There was laughter, stillness, deep presence, and so much gentle joy.

Every woman brought her own essence, her story, her softness, and together we weaved pure magic.

We came home to our bodies, our hearts, our breath… each one its own living altar.

It’s always such an honour to hold space like this...to witness women come home to themselves, to feel safe, seen and hearts cracked wide open.

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22/10/2025

When I sit in meditation, I already know what’s coming and sometimes I don’t even want to go there lately. As soon as I close my eyes, the noise begins, thoughts rushing in, lists forming, moments replaying that don’t need replaying, the fragments of songs I heard yesterday looping through the background of my mind, tiny flickers of anxiety rising for no reason at all, writing IG posts…and the inevitable question of why I’m doing this again today should you just quit?

Sometimes I get impatient, especially when I’m hormonal or not feeling well…and I find myself cracking one eye open to check the time, certain it must have been twenty minutes already, only to see that it hasn’t. Then I get frustrated at myself for even checking. I tell myself to just sit, to breathe, to stop trying to control the experience, and of course, that only creates another layer of noise.

But somewhere in the middle or toward the end, a shift happens, not that the thoughts disappear, but more that the body begins to take over because its been given some times to relax and de-stress…a long, full inhale rises up from nowhere, and then a big exhale moves through me like a wave releasing what I didn’t even realise I was holding.

My shoulders relax, chest softens and reminders why I do this. Even though I want it bad…. I know it’s not for that fleeting moment of bliss, but for the slow, steady rewiring that happens beneath the surface. The way it teaches me to meet myself, to sit inside my own company without squirming or being a judgemental bitch.

Lately I’ve been realising how naturally and easily I can hold space for others and how, without even noticing, that’s what I’m also doing for myself every morning now. When someone I love is unravelling, I let them talk, I listen while they circle around their story, I don’t rush to fix it, I reassure them they don’t need to apologise, I stay present until they begin to soften.

Yet when my own mind starts to unravel, I rarely offer it the same kind of tenderness, I meet it with impatience or irritation, like lady would you just shut the f**k up and relax…as though it should know better by now!

Meditation keeps showing me that this holding of space isn’t something I reserve for others now, it’s something I practice inwardly too, that was very much needed in my life.

Every sit is me learning how to stay with myself, not forcing peace, demanding silence, just being there while my mind talks itself out, letting the words, memories and emotions tumble through until they start to soften on their own. There’s nothing to figure out, nothing to fix, just this gentle staying, this listening…she needs it.

This practice has never been about becoming better at meditating, even though that’s what I wanted at the start…it’s about becoming better at being with myself and sitting with what is, until what is, finally, softens too.

So, my friend…do you hold space for yourself? What are you actually afraid of… if you just sit and listen?

15/10/2025

You want to know what the most rebellious thing you can do right now is?

It’s to create awareness and expand the light that already lives within you, because we’re living in a time where the noise is constant, where so much of what we feel isn’t even ours, where there’s energy moving through this world that feeds on distraction and distortion, keeping people looping in doubt and depletion, tangled in frequencies that dull the senses and cloud the heart.

But when you begin to notice what moves through your body and your field, you start to see how energy is always trying to influence you... some of it lifts you higher, some of it pulls you away from yourself... and in every moment, you are choosing what you tune into.

In my own work with energetic space clearing, I’ve seen how density can affect us... how spaces can feel heavy, how our bodies hold the residue of conversations or unseen influences that aren’t ours. When that stagnant energy lingers, it clouds our clarity and weakens our vitality.

The real rebellion is not fighting the dark or putting up walls of protection... it is remembering the current of light that runs through you and choosing to live from that place... it is staying connected to your own pulse, to your own rhythm, to the steady hum of your soul beneath it all.

When you clear the density within you, when you breathe deeply and soften the grip of all that is not yours, your vibration rises, the fog lifts, your clarity returns, you feel the warmth under your skin again, and you remember the truth that your energy is stronger than any external force.

What you tune into defines you... we are choosing this every single day... so tune into your own heart, tune into the stillness that sits beneath thought, tune into the intelligence of your light, and let it move through you until it steadies your body and anchors you.

Become a lighthouse in the field, a frequency that reminds others of their own too... hold your energy high, stay rooted in love, keep choosing presence when everything around you wants you to forget.

That is how we change the vibration of this planet... from the inside out.

12/10/2025

The body keeps what the heart couldn’t bear to lose…and when you’re ready, she gives it back to you…softened.

You’ve been holding it all together for so long, doing what needed to be done, staying strong and steady. And then one day, you notice something different within you…a flicker, a hum beneath the surface, the pulse moving through you again.

A slow invigoration, almost imperceptible at first after such a long season of holding. It’s not the pulse of the body alone, but the rhythm of life itself…the current that moves through everything…the gentle animation of the divine. You feel it as warmth under the skin, a little more breath in your lungs, a sense that colour is returning after being muted for a while.

It begins as a hum beneath thought, a stirring in the places that had felt so closed and cold, a softening that comes when awareness matures and when what once felt like confusion begins to reveal itself as change, as quiet evolution.

The body, this beautiful body, she is so wise and loyal. She keeps the score, but not in the way you might think, not from anger or punishment, but from love. She holds what was too much to face in that moment of bracing, keeping it safe in the tissues, the breath, the bones, until tenderness has gathered in you to meet it.

And when it returns, it’s simple and honest. You could cry from how kind it feels, how gentle it is. The warmth begins to move back into what was cold and closed…the breath deepens and relaxes without thought or force. Soft eyes…rounder edges.

Yes, those scars remain, but they’re no longer tight or painful to you. They’ve become the places where balm has touched and where awareness has softened what was once untouchable.

This is how healing moves through you. You don’t have to erase what you desired. You don’t have to force yourself to let go. You don’t have to become anything at all. You simply meet yourself in that soft, sweet tenderness of your own love.

Nothing born of love is ever lost…even if it didn’t take form or come to life the way you once imagined, it changes form instead, becoming your depth, presence, compassion and wisdom.

09/10/2025

A little reminder today 👇🏻

For when you forget what your own rhythm feels like…take your finger off everyone else’s pulse and plug back into you.

Your heart…
Your breath…
Your own Home Beat ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

01/10/2025

This morning when I walked out into the garden to take my doggies out…I felt this sense to stop and notice…. the air was soooo so soft and sweet, the smell from my lemon myrtle tree and softest buttery pink roses and all the spring flowers, bees everywhere… the sun felt different on my skin like the whole season had shifted overnight and I just stood there breathing it in and laughing because all the things that had been running through my head suddenly didn’t matter in any way…it was just me and this moment of newness and waking up…drinking in that little moment!

I got so excited I wanted to share this “feeling” with you…right smack in the middle of the day…and then I thought about how much this space pushes us to be strategic, to post with a hook…to plan everything out, post at the perfect audience time….and sometimes just for a blink of an eye it feels like I have to change myself to make something worthy of sharing or to get a like! 😂😂

But you know… even if I tried, I couldn’t change or conform. I can’t stop seeing the world in this way…I basically live for these moments where the magic hides in the mundane, where beauty shows up so simply.

If you could peek into my inner being you’d see I’m all whimsy, poetry, a little bit of fairy magic… and that’s exactly what you’ll always find in this cosy little corner of mine.

29/09/2025

Have you ever paused long enough to hear the quiet hum of your own life?

The pulse of energy in your body, the atmosphere of your home, the way your spirit rises or falls in the company you keep. Beneath the noise, beneath the roles and routines, there is always a current.

And yet, how easily we forget right?!

We call sleepless nights normal, we swallow the sluggishness, the irritability, the unspoken anxiety. We carry the heaviness as if it were inevitable. We get so practiced at enduring that we stop noticing we’re enduring at all.

For women, the volume of this forgetting grows louder as we age. We’re trained to measure ourselves against a previous season that no longer exists. We fight wrinkles, softening bodies, grey hairs, as if they were evidence of our failure. But what if the deeper truth to all this is…what matters is not what fades, but what burns and what burns brightly.

The “work” is to tend the life force that animates us now.

We don’t speak enough of life force, we don’t speak enough of the flame that flickers in the center of the chest, the current that makes the eyes bright, the spirit steady, the body feel alive.

We speak instead of outcomes and appearances.

So…I wonder…what if the devotion was here? To your vitality, to your flame, to the subtle, steady tending of the thing that has always mattered most anyways.

Imagine a life where heaviness is no longer your baseline, where the body, mind, and soul are fed in ways that truly sustain you, where your practices are not chores but anchors, steadying you in the ebb and flow of days.

It can begin with steady meals that hold your energy through the day, with clearing your spaces to make them feel lighter, with choosing relationships that lift you rather than deplete you. It can be as simple as meditation, sitting in stillness, closing your eyes, breathing deeply, letting the mind quiet just long enough to remember the flame that is already there.

These small devotions, repeated over and over, are how you tend to your life force.

Consistency…
steady nourishing consistency...

they are how you keep the flame alive.

Start there.

20/09/2025

What we rest our attention on becomes the subtle “food” that shapes our inner state.

If it’s fear, the nervous system learns to stay on guard.

If it’s love, the heart expands and softens.

If it’s constant judgment or polarity, the ego mind feeds on separation.

The practice is noticing where your awareness keeps landing, and gently guiding it back to what actually supports and sustains you.

The world is so very loud right now,

but you don’t have to get lost in it or give over your energy to it.

Every day you can choose what you let move through you.