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Just Bee Kind - At The Hive, I create space for grounding, softening, and returning to yourself. Katie will help you feel supported and cared for.

Rooted in the wisdom of massage therapy and the teachings of yoga, Just Bee Kind offers soulful experiences that nurture body, mind, and spirit Katie (RMT and Yoga Instructor) is originally from the North West of England and arrived in Cochrane, AB in 2013. You may have seen her around town as for a while she worked at Save On Foods and also Managed the retail location of MacKay's Ice Cream. Whilst working in town, meeting new people and making new friends, Katie has taken several Yoga Teacher Trainings her Foundational 200 hours were take with Cochrane's own Fireweed Yoga with Jill Novak and Jody DiCastri, she then went on to further complete teacher trainings in Yin Yoga and Restorative Yoga. You can currently find her teaching Yin and Restorative classes at Alchemy Yoga Studio in Cochrane. During her Yoga Teacher Training's Katie discovered she had a love of anatomy and fostering a positive mind-body connection. This led her to complete her 2200 Hour Massage Therapy Diploma at Vicars School of Massage in Calgary. Before moving to Canada Katie was a Mental Health Counsellor for the National Health Service and her love of helping others has never dissipated. Her combined knowledge and experience inform the way she practices whether she is teaching a yoga class or providing therapeutic massage.

10/01/2025

Tried something new today: Tai Chi. Before I went I told Liam I was in the mood for a “slow fight,” 😜 which honestly… isn’t that the perfect description? I’d seen it before, all graceful and flowing, but I’d never tried it myself. So, no prep, no research, just me walking in brand new and a little nervous.

There’s something strangely wonderful about being a beginner. Not knowing anyone, not knowing the moves, the rhythm and just letting myself fumble through anyway. It’s humbling, but also freeing. A reminder that you don’t always need to be good at something for it to be good for you.

So here’s to the slow fights, the shaky steps, and the courage it takes to show up. Because even if my form was questionable at best, I left feeling calmer, steadier, and a tiny bit braver. And that’s a win in my book. ☯️🙏☯️

Bee Still. Bee Kind. Bee You. Bee Brave.

09/24/2025

I’ve been a little MIA the last few days, my ritual slipped away under the weight of appointments, work, visitors, and the general busy-ness that likes to creep in when I’m not paying attention. 🤪🤪🤪

But here’s the thing: rituals aren’t ruined by breaks. They ebb and flow with life, and sometimes the pause is exactly what shows me how much I value them. Now that the cooler weather is here, I’m ready to reset?!? Maybe even upgrade 🤔. Think blankets, candles, and rituals that feel like nourishment instead of another “should.”

So here’s to starting again (and again, and again). To remembering that it’s okay to fall away because the return always feels like coming home. 🍂💛🍂

Bee Still. Bee Kind. Bee You.

09/21/2025

We counted 13 turkey vultures swirling overhead — technically a “kettle” when they’re in the sky (and a “venue” when they’re chilling on the ground, which sounds suspiciously like they’re planning a goth wedding). 🖤🖤🖤

People get twitchy about the number 13, but honestly? I kinda love the witch’s number! Transformation, rebellion, a reminder that life doesn’t play by tidy rules. Pair that with vultures (nature’s unapologetic clean-up crew), and suddenly it’s like the universe is staging a very dramatic metaphor just for me. 🤔🖤🤔

So yeah, some folks might see 13 vultures and think “bad omen.” Me? I see 13 winged goths in a cauldron of sky, basically yelling: “Time to drop the dead weight, darling.” And honestly… I sometimes need that obvious symbolism!

Bee Still. Bee Kind. Bee You. Bee Curious.

09/19/2025

Another oldie but a goodie (after the success of the last old pic 😜 🤣) and tell me this doesn’t look like a still from some indie film? My husband is ridiculously talented behind the camera. He’s always been able to catch those in-between moments that feel more like a story than a snapshot. 🥰❤️🥰

This was back in the days when plastic straws weren’t yet considered the devil 🤣. Simpler times, with fewer paper-straw meltdowns and a lot more carefree sipping.

Looking at it now, it makes me smile, a reminder that love is in the details, in the glances, in the little freeze-frames we get to keep forever. (Also, someone cast me in a retro noir immediately, thanks. 😏)

Bee Still. Bee Kind. Bee You.

09/17/2025

Here’s little me, absolutely thriving under a pile of pebbles. Pretty sure this was Bognor Regis (though, let’s be honest, lots of British beaches kind of look similar, grey pebbles, salty chips, and a seagull plotting theft nearby 😂🤣🤣).

Looking back, it explains a lot about why I’m so grounded now… literally. There’s something deeply comforting about the weight of the earth holding you still, like nature’s first weighted blanket. No wonder I’m obsessed with weighted blankets as an adult, I was basically in training from day one. 🙏❤️🙏

And maybe that’s the magic of childhood memories. They’re not just sweet nostalgia but little clues about who we’ve always been. Me? I’ve always loved the feeling of being held, anchored, and a little bit crushed 🤣… in the best possible way.

Bee Still. Bee Kind. Bee You. Bee Grounded.

09/14/2025

There’s something about windows like this that feel less like architecture and more like portals. A frame within a frame, a view that feels like it’s pulling you out of the present and straight into something bigger.

This one’s from Bamburgh Castle. With history at my back and the North Sea stretching endlessly ahead. Standing here I felt suspended between worlds: the weight of the past in the stone walls, the pull of the horizon whispering “what’s next?”

And maybe that’s why I love to take these kinds of photos. They remind me that life is full of portals, little thresholds where you can pause, look out, and remember that the story isn’t finished yet. (Also, 10/10 would happily move into this window if anyone at Bamburgh is taking applications.)

Bee Still. Bee Kind. Bee You. Bee Curious.

09/13/2025

Ah... An oldie but a goodie. A version of me frozen in time, youthful, playful, standing on a rock like I could command the seas. What I didn’t realize then was that one day I’d look back with both a smile and a lump in my throat. Because sometimes we grieve our younger selves just as much as we grieve people and places.

Grief isn’t only about loss, it’s about love. And I love the girl in this photo. Her courage, her play, her sass. 😜😝😜 She’s still part of me, even if time has softened some edges (particularly my b***s 🤣😂🤣) and deepened others. Memory makes her eternal, even when the mirror doesn’t show her face anymore.

So yes, I grieve youth sometimes. But I also honour it. I carry her with me into this season of life, sass, stripes, and all... proof that every version of me has been worth loving and continues to be worth it!!! 🥰

Bee Still. Bee Kind. Bee YOU!!!

09/11/2025

These days I’m really leaning into liking who I am. Sure, there’s always something I could be working on, tweaking, or “improving”… but honestly? Most of the time, I don’t want to. 🤣🤷‍♀️😂

What I’m learning in this season of life is that peace doesn’t come from constant self-fixing. It comes from acceptance of who I am, from laughing at my quirks, sipping my tea, and remembering I don’t need to be a project. I can just be.

And okay, full disclosure: as an Enneagram 9, I might never reach true “zero f*cks given.” But hey, shoot for the stars and maybe I’ll at least land on the moon right?! ⭐🌕⭐

Bee Still. Bee Kind. Bee YOU!

(ish)

09/09/2025

I saw someone call perimenopause an apprenticeship programme for menopause and honestly… It made me laugh out loud 🤣😂🤣. It stuck with me though, because that’s exactly what it feels like: hot flashes, brain fog, mood swings, like being handed assignments you didn't realise were part of the course.

But maybe this apprenticeship is really initiation. We’re thrown into the fire, tested again and again, until all the self-doubt, people-pleasing, and caring-what-others-think is burned clean away. 🔥🥵🔥

What comes out of the flames? A woman who doesn’t just not give a f**k, a woman who knows she doesn’t need to! A graduate of the school of fire, ready to walk her fresh path with clarity, humour, and a new kind of freedom.

Bee Still. Bee Kind. Bee You.

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