02/04/2026
Here’s me, maybe ten, definitely mid 90's, happy to turn up and perform for a camera and already living with grief.
Back then I didn’t know or use words like nervous system, somatic healing, or emotional regulation. I just had a new house, a new school, a different family shape, and a heart that had to grow up a little quicker than anticipated.
Grief isn’t only a black dress and a funeral.
Sometimes it’s the lost playground, the bedroom that stops being yours, friendships that disappeared overnight, or a life that suddenly feels unfamiliar.
Ten-year-old me wouldn’t have known what a "child's pose" was. But this little Enneagram 9 in the making certainly would have gone straight to the library to help another kid learn to read or entertained her new friends by playing pretend. My early flight attendant training comes to mind “Any ci******es, wines or spirits?” (It was the 90s) 😂🤣😂
If you were the brave kid, the helpful kid, the adaptable kid, the performer, the distractor, the caretaker, or the “I’ve got this” kid... "hello". I see you. Your inner child deserves a cuddle, a chocolate biscuit, and full permission to have a wobble.
This is why I developed my Yoga for Grief series.
Not to fix anything, but to give your body a safe place to feel, soften, and remember that you were never too much.
So if your little self is still carrying something heavy… bring them to the mat. We’ll make space for breath, tears, play, and maybe even a cheeky grin.
Bee Still. Bee Kind. Bee You.
