16/12/2025
I’m writing this with a heavy heart.
I’ve been so lucky to call Bondi home for over four years now, and I honestly can’t express how deeply connected I feel to this place. Just recently, I shared a post calling Bondi my happy place — and then Sunday happened. The tragic events shook us all and left our community absolutely devastated.
I can call myself lucky. I had decided to leave the beach before it all started but I heard the shooting from my place. Ollie was going crazy. At first, I didn’t think much of it — it sounded like fireworks — until the sirens kept coming, helicopters circling overhead. A few minutes later, a friend called with the news and everything changed. After that came the endless scrolling, the messages, the calls — everyone checking in on each other, trying to make sense of something that didn’t make sense at all. We were all in shock.
When I woke up the next morning, it felt like a bad dream. I took Ollie for our usual walk down to the beach and seeing it completely empty — police everywhere, tape blocking off the spaces that usually feel so alive — the tears just started falling. That’s when the reality really hit. I sat in my usual spot and let myself feel it all.
Later, I remembered I was meant to be running a Kundalini Awakening that evening. My first thought was, How can I possibly hold space when I feel like this myself? Everything in Bondi was closed that day. Canceling felt like the obvious choice.
Then I ran into one of my neighbours — someone I see most mornings. He works in corporate but volunteers as a paramedic. We could barely speak. I asked if he had been at the scene the night before. He nodded and quietly said, “We did what we could.” with such a deep sadness in his eyes, that is something that I’ll never forget.
On my walk home, something shifted. I started thinking about how many people had stepped up: the first responders, the lifeguards, the volunteers, civilians opening their homes to strangers fleeing the beach, and the “Bondi hero” who bravely disarmed the gunman. And it hit me — if all these people could step up in their own way, I certainly can too.
So I decided to run the event and offer it freely to the community. It felt right. I shared it, feeling grounded in that choice. A few hours later, I received a message accusing me of how dare I am trying to build my business on a tragedy. And honestly, that same question that has been on my mind since the incident — why is there so much hate in the world? — came up again.
But then I chose to shift my focus. Since Sunday, I’ve received an overwhelming amount of love: friends, family, clients, and even people who follow me but I’ve never met in person, all reaching out to check if I was okay. There was so much care. So much humanity.
I went ahead with the session. I can honestly share that it wasn’t easy — the emotions were very present — but the people who needed to be there showed up. And they left feeling lighter, calmer, and more at peace. That’s what matters.
As one of my friends said to me, “This is what you’re here to do.” And it landed deeply. It reminded me why I do this work — as an act of service, connection and care.
THANK YOU, truly, for all the love and support. It means more than I can put into words.
Let’s allow the best of humanity to inspire us, and keep moving forward with more love, kindness, and compassion — for ourselves and for each other. 🤍
