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Kylie Joy, Port Motueka (2025)

29/06/2025

Musings whilst nap trapped with a sick toddler today…

In a world using AI to write poetically and without error, let us sit in circle to ramble, forget our words, and make absolutely no sense to anyone but our hearts 💛

That is why.

Come sit in online circle with me,
Sunday July 27th
3-5pm

DM me for more info and to book xo

18/06/2025

There’s a deep trust I hold when it comes to circle ⭕️

When my ego starts worrying about the numbers, I always come back to trust. Trusting that every woman who says yes is meant to sit in that space.

When my ego starts worrying that it’s not enough, again, I come back to trust. Because no two circles are ever the same. And somehow… it’s always exactly what’s needed for those who arrive.

One of the women who’s sat with me recently shared this:

“I never really know what to expect when I go to Kylie’s circles, and that’s the literal magic of it! There’s never any pressure to speak or do anything. Sometimes I show up thinking it will go one way but it always ends up being exactly what I needed.

Words barely do Kylie’s circles justice, but I do know she is actual magic at holding and creating these spaces! 🥹💛

The most important step has always been to trust that I book in and keep that promise to myself (and honestly there’s never a greater gift to myself) 💛”

This. Every word.

That’s the power of these spaces — and the trust it takes to show up for yourself.

So, if you’re feeling the nudge to sit in circle again — or for the first time — my next one is Sunday 22nd June, 3–5pm, online.
Just after the Winter Solstice ❄️

As always, it’s a space to be held exactly as you are. No pressure. No performance. Just presence.

If you’re feeling it…trust. You’re so welcome here. Pop a comment below or message me to book your spot 💛

16/06/2025

Have you been feeling the nudge to sit in circle? If so, this is your reminder 💛

My next Women’s Circle is happening Sunday 22nd June, and I want to speak to the part of you that’s been quietly wondering if this space is for you.

It takes courage to step into something unfamiliar. To walk into a room where you don’t know what might unfold. To choose vulnerability over comfort.

But if there’s a whisper inside you — a soft “yes” that keeps returning — that is your guidance. That is your knowing. You don’t need a reason stronger than that.

This circle is a place to rest your nervous system, to be met without needing to explain yourself, and to feel truly heard — alongside a circle of magical women.

Trust your timing. Trust yourself. Come as you are.
I’d love to hold space with you.

✨ Sunday 22nd June
✨ 3–5pm
✨ $40 exchange

Message me to book your spot or ask any questions 🌙

26/05/2025

Yesterday was circle day ✨
And in all honesty, my ego had been pretty loud leading up to it.

Making me feel like I shouldn’t run one next month, that there wasn’t enough interest, that maybe this work wasn’t needed right now. That maybe I’m not needed right now.

But then I saw the women.
And I remembered.

I remembered how deeply important this work is.
And then they started speaking — and I remembered just how fu***ng important this work really is 🔥

Intimate circles like these hold so much quiet power.
Spaces where women get to speak — unfiltered, uncensored, untamed — and let what’s on their heart move through them.
To take up space.
And then take up more space, until it feels complete.

There’s so much magic in that. So much healing. So much witnessing.

I haven’t set the date for my next circle just yet, but I know she’s coming — sometime in June.
If you’d like to know when she goes live, comment below or send me a message 💌

This work is sacred. And in times of doubt, I promise myself, and you, that I’ll always come back to that remembrance 💛

18/05/2025

Facebook reminded me today…

11 years ago, I stepped on stage for my very first figure bodybuilding competition. And it got me thinking about all the ways in which my body has evolved over the years.

Months and months of discipline, sweat, and relentless focus (and a s**t tonne of tears) to become the leanest version of myself, for a wee snippet on stage.

But that’s just one chapter in the story my body has lived…

At 19, I wore the Silver Fern with pride, representing New Zealand in touch rugby.
We beat the Aussies (a rare and delicious victory) and brought home the gold. My body then was fast, fit, and agile — the way it needed to be.

And still, it kept evolving.

It grew life 🤯
It carried and birthed my son — a miracle so wild I still can’t quite wrap my head around it.
And now, it continues to nourish him, as I feed him from my body. That alone makes me amazed by what we are capable of as women.

Recently, I laced up again and returned to the touch field to play at Masters Nationals.
Not the same speed as 19 year old me, but just as much heart, and maybe more. Because now I know the depth of what it takes to keep showing up, again and again!

And now, in this season, I’m training for a half marathon. Not chasing a medal, but connection.
A new way of meeting myself, stride by stride, breath by breath.

Our bodies are astounding —
They shift. They soften. They rise. They endure.
They allow us to be strong and nurturing, powerful and gentle, and often, all in the same breath.

So here’s a quiet moment for our bodies…
for how they hold us, change with us, and carry our stories so beautifully.

Women’s bodies are truly nothing short of magic ✨🙏🏽💛

14/05/2025

I’m sitting here in silence, Finn’s sleeping, and it’s been loooong day of mumming 😮‍💨 but I’m thinking about all of your messages, love, and stories after my Mother’s Day post the other day and I’m just feeling really inspired and grateful. You so beautifully reminded me how much strength and softness lives within our collective experiences, so thank you 🙏🏽

It’s got me thinking about how many different ways we show up as ‘mamas’ in this lifetime. It’s not just about having kids.

It’s how we care for people. How we show up when someone’s struggling. How we support our friends, our families, ourselves.
It’s in the way we love. The way we hold space. The way we nurture dreams, tend to healing, or show up when it’s hard.

So I wanted to ask…
What does mothering mean to you?
Whether you’re a mama, have a mama, miss a mama, or are still waiting for that chapter to unfold (be that with our without kids), I’d love to know what it means for you, right now in your life.

Drop a word, a memory, a feeling, a truth below. No pressure to share anything deep (unless of course you want to). But you just never know who your words might comfort today 💛

Mother’s Day has also got me reminiscing this wild journey, which lead me back to my pregnancy shoot with .nz just a few months ago…I mean, a few years ago (apparently) 🤯💛

10/05/2025

Mother’s Day. A tender one. A powerful one. A day that holds so many stories 💛

For years, this day brought more ache than celebration for me.

I walked the long, silent road of infertility for 3 years — months marked by hope, followed by heartbreak. When I finally saw two lines, they were short-lived. I miscarried. And with that, a different kind of grief took root.

And then…almost two years ago, I birthed my boy, in the wild beauty of my home, surrounded by water and love. And it’s safe to say that moment cracked me wide open.

I am beyond grateful for him. For this journey. For the version of me that was born alongside him 🦋

To those who are celebrating this weekend, I see you.
To those grieving, aching, hoping, remembering — I see you, too.

Whether you are a mama, want to be one, have lost one, or are mothering others in your own sacred way…
This day is for you.
And your story matters 🌼

Sending compassion and love to every heart navigating Mothers Day this year xo

Thanks to for capturing this moment and to the amazing for holding the space 🙏🏽

07/05/2025

Lately, when someone asks how I’m doing, I catch myself answering with, “We’re good.” 🙃 …Like I’ve quietly merged into the background of motherhood.
Like I’m no longer a whole person on my own.

And for those who know me… you know “good” isn’t in my vocabulary. I want more. Always.

My camera roll is full of photos of my boys—but barely a trace of me.
So here I am.
Me.
Still a mum, but also still mine.
Still me. Even if it feels a little blurry some days 💛

I’ve realised, this is why my women’s circles exist.
So we have a space to remember who we are.
To come home to ourselves, time and time again. Beyond the many roles we play.

My next circle is Sunday, May 25th | 3–5pm NZST ⭕️

Send me a DM to save your seat x

26/04/2025

I never could have imagined a love like this 🥹

Reminding me always to witness the magic that surrounds us. Saturday mornings spent here, and magic everywhere 💛

What a life we get to live.

23/04/2025

So turns out, quite a few of you are wondering
“What actually happens in a women’s circle?” 🫣

And while I truly believe it’s something you need to experience to understand, let me give it a shot…

It’s not a workshop.
It’s not a place to have it all figured out.
You don’t need to show up with answers — just with your truth.

We don’t chant naked under the moon (unless you’re into that).
And no — we don’t drink each other’s blood 🤣

What we do is gather.
Softly. Intentionally.
To remember who we are beneath the noise.

We begin by arriving — through breath, stillness, a simple grounding ritual.
Then we open the space. A question, a prompt, a story.
From there, we share.

Sometimes with words.
Sometimes with tears.
Sometimes just with presence.

There is no pressure to speak, and definitely no expectation to have it all together.
You get to show up just as you are — messy, raw, radiant, or quiet.

The real magic happens in the in-between…
In the truth that bubbles up when you feel safe enough to surrender.
In the moment a woman says something that unlocks something in you.
In the pause where you realise — I’m not the only one who feels this way ✨

Those who have experienced circle before have used these words to describe it:
Surrender. Connection. Truth. Reconnect. Landing. Share. Reflect.

If your soul is craving a place to soften,
To be seen, supported, and held,

This is your space 🦋

You don’t need to be “ready.”
You just need to arrive 💛

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