Pure Connection

I realised I never actually shared that the newest episode of The View We Carry is now live. 🤍

The View We Change is a reflection on what happens when the way we see something no longer fits who we are becoming.

Sometimes a belief once made sense.
Sometimes a view helped us survive, belong, or understand ourselves.
And sometimes, with more life, healing, experience, and self-trust, we begin to see things differently.

That doesn’t always mean the old version of us was wrong.

It might simply mean we’ve changed.

This episode is about giving ourselves permission to let our perspective move, soften, expand, and evolve — without shame for what we once believed.

🎧 The View We Change is now available on Spotify.

The View We Carry
A podcast exploring the journeys that shape how we see ourselves, each other, and the world.

Darfield, I’m coming home this weekend 🤍

This Saturday I’ll be at the Spiritual Wellness Expo in Darfield with Pure Connection, alongside Breath & Being — and I’m really looking forward to spending the day surrounded by so many beautiful local practitioners, makers and wellness spaces.

I’ll be there talking all things breathwork, tarot and intuitive guidance, so if you’ve ever wondered what breathwork actually feels like, whether it might be for you, or you simply feel like coming over for a chat, please do.

There’ll be around 20 stalls to explore, so it’s a lovely chance to wander, connect and see what you’re drawn to.

I’ll also have a few little Pure Connection extras happening on the day ✨

If you’re heading along, come and say hi — I’d genuinely love to see some familiar faces and meet some new ones.

See you in Darfield this Saturday 🤍

There are some things we carry for so long, we forget to question whether they were ever ours to hold in the first place.

The weight of other people’s choices.
The responsibility for what happened.
The pressure to keep the peace.
The stories we learned to carry because, at the time, we didn’t know what else to do.

Today I felt some of that weight leave my shoulders.

Not because the past changed.
Not because everything suddenly became easy.
But because something in me finally recognised:

I don’t have to keep carrying this.

Sometimes release isn’t forgetting.
Sometimes it’s simply returning what was never yours, and allowing your body to soften around the space that creates.

Maybe there’s something your shoulders are ready to put down too. 🤍

Today I dropped in deep.

And when I really let my body take the lead… I move.

My arms move, constantly.
I kneel.
I sit up.
I stand.
I cough.
I hold my breath.
I dance.
I giggle.
I cry.

At one poin today, it felt like there were hundreds of bees crawling over my arms — and without thinking, I started shaking them off.

Sometimes sounds come through too.

It can be low, almost a growl 
It can be high like a waiata

Often, what feels like an ancient warrior chant comes out of me.

Yes… it can be a lot. 😂

I live and breathe breathwork, and over time I’ve become very comfortable letting go into the experience.

Today my mind said:

"I probably look possessed."

And instantly, the answer that came back was:

“That’s because I am, by my body.”

Not possessed by something outside of me.

Possessed by what my body needs.

My mind isn’t directing any of it.
It’s almost sitting somewhere in the background watching it unfold.

People have asked me what that feels like, and the closest comparison I have is lucid dreaming.

You’re there.
You’re aware.
You know what’s happening.

But you’re not consciously deciding what happens next.

My mind isn’t thinking, now sit up… now move your arms… now make that sound.

My body simply does.

And I get to witness it.

That, for me, is one of the most fascinating parts of going deeply into my own breathwork.

For a little while, my mind doesn’t have to be the one in control.

My body gets to speak.

And today, apparently, she had quite a lot to say. 🤍

Procrastination has impeccable timing 😂

I’ve been meaning to fix the rabbit hutch for two days.

Could I have done it during daylight? Absolutely.

Did I instead decide, right after tea tonight, that now was clearly the moment?

Also yes.

And in a completely expected turn of events… it got dark. 😂

Sometimes I think procrastination isn’t even about not wanting to do the thing. It’s that strange little resistance that keeps saying, “later will be better” — until later is you, outside in the dark, wondering why you didn’t just do it at 2pm.

Anyway… the rabbits are sorted. The job is done. And apparently tonight’s lesson was:

Doing the thing rarely takes as much energy as avoiding the thing. 🤍