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12/09/2025

When my friend came over to .breath.rest for a massage (because long hours of editing are a photographer’s back’s worst nightmare 🤍), I remembered his name is still saved in my phone as “Alonso arch back pop hip chest out.”

After my crash course with I finally understood the power of flattering angles, poses, and using your body to create art in photography… but I still cannot yet bring myself to do a shoot 📸 . So it’s just candid golden-hour snaps of me, FaceTiming my kids. 🌞 I’m much happier having rolls and wrinkles and slumped shoulders than daring to put in effort to curate outcome.

I’ll be practicing though. Because the hardest work isn’t the stretch, the arch, or the lens—it’s softening into the shame. Not the shame of taking up space, but the deeper shame of daring to feel embarrassed to believe I’m worthy of claiming it. My adult self knows better and isn’t as self deprecating but my felt sensation hasn’t caught up yet.

And slowly, with friends who hold space, with dance and breath that reminds me I’m simply alive, sensory joys like giving Janzu water massage, drinking turmeric kombucha, embarrassing myself by being level 0 guitar 🐌 because everyone starts 0, and with little faces smiling back at me on the screen—looking embodied with myself is starting to feel less like a battle and more like a responsibility. ✨ I share this because I see so many people who congratulate me on my “body transformation” or tell me they are training to try to attain a body like that I have. But how you feel when you look in the mirror, or when in front of the camera has little to do with muscles, aside from the muscles of your heart. 🫀And everything to do what the child version of you learnt was safe, which is why I sing with both my kids in front of the mirror and we take time to affirm “I love my Body. I Love my Skin. I am a God/dess, I am a Queen (King). 👑 “

04/08/2025

Inspo .g 💪🏿 my behind the scenes ride or die and BEST Pilates coach without Adele I wouldn’t be building my strength up from the inside out, rehabilitating, rebuilding and improving but feeling safe and protected in my body enough to train with and . It’s her one to one attention that helps shape my waist 😇😌 and my biomechanics, and now I look after me for my kids and I there’s no looking back. 👀

25/05/2025

I blink… and it’s May.
A year has passed since my life started unraveling. So much has changed.
Some days still live in my body like they just happened.
Other moments feel like dreams. Other battles, I am not ready for.

This post is a reflection—a remembering.
Of last year. Of my Mum. Of another Perth mum’s deepest loss and a small sliver of how it intercepted my timeline. Of birth and grief and time.
Of what our hands carry. And what they deserve.

To all the mothers, the birth workers, the daughters, the space holders…
This is for you.

Let this be the month we slow down.
Let this be the season we allow ourselves to be held.

🕊️

11/05/2025

I won’t pretend I was always the most responsible daughter when it came to Mother’s Day back in Australia. But my Mum never held that against me.

When it was my first Mother’s Day—after Kylo was born, during lockdowns in Australia—she still found a way to celebrate me, even though I was on the other side of the world in México. She scoured the local jewellers for something that said “MUM” (not “MOM”—she was always fierce about Australia having its own identity, not being swallowed up by the US). She bought me a necklace that said ‘yummy mummy’ because that was all that met her prerequisite. I cringed at the time—but now, it’s one of my most prized possessions.

She also got me a card. In it, she wrote: “Congratulations. Happy Mother’s Day, Kylo Fox—Number One Son.”
She loved her grandchildren with a depth and freedom she never had the luxury of when raising her own kids. She worked nights. She parented alone. She was exhausted and burnt out, doing everything she could just to provide for 3 of us.

As a Nanna, she got to be fun—soft, silly, loving. She was no longer surviving, she was finally living. Her relationship with me changed too, because she could relate to me like a mother, like so many patients over 40 years.
It’s my first Mother’s Day with a heavenly mother.
But strangely, I feel her everywhere. And in many ways, as close as I ever did. My first Mother’s Day without Matt as far as ever.
Rather than nostalgic as a daughter, I feel proud as a mother. I’ve always seen her for who she was—strong, gritty, capable—but I never imagined I could be as brave and resilient as she was.

The truth is, I wasn’t… until the unimaginable happened and called the status quo into question.

Watching her fight until the very end made something in me resolute.
To not accept for myself or my children what she wouldn’t have accepted for us. I owed her that!
To overcome my doubts, anchored in her strength.
To carry forward the ferocity that shaped me, and now shapes the way I mother.

Happy Mother’s Day, Mum.
Your legacy’s mine now—in every brave decision I make: you believe I deserved more even if I didn’t, & in the ‘one foot in front of the other’ of single morherhood.

23/04/2025

At the top of Monte Albán, where ancient stones whisper stories of endurance — we arrived.
Two little hands in mine, and a heart stretched wider than the valley below.
It wasn’t easy — it was snacks and meltdowns, negotiations and shoulder rides, detours and deep breaths.
But we climbed — together.

This photo, offered by a stranger, caught more than just a moment.
It caught the weight I carry, and the wonder too.
Solo travel and coparenting isn’t a path I imagined, but it’s the one I’ve walked with fierce love and tired feet.

And when I need strength, I look around — to the women of Oaxaca, babies wrapped tight in rebozos,
still weaving, still selling, still working —
Still moving.

So I tell myself: I can do this.
We’ve come so far.
And we’re still rising.”

04/11/2023

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28/09/2023

Next beginner’s Course, two spaces left. I’m the other end of the CenoteFreediving@gmail.com…Info by email :) discover the under water experience and de-stress in Tulum, Mexico. Photo is by of 🧜‍♀️

04/07/2023

Yesterday the 3rd July was our baby’s due date. First time making it to 40 weeks terms feels different than with Kylo. More and more time to keep agonising over what is awaiting for us. 😩 shot beautifully by for at my home

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Monday	4:30pm - 6pm
Tuesday	4:30pm - 6pm
Wednesday	7:30am - 9am
Thursday	7:30am - 9am
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