Karli Bree

This week is one of the most meaningful parts of my new program, HOME, because music has shaped so much of who I am – not only personally, but also professionally. Long before I trained as a music teacher, music was the place I turned when my emotions felt too big or too heavy to understand. It was where I learned to express myself, where I felt seen and where I felt held in moments I didn’t know how to navigate.

Lately, it’s been a challenging few weeks with my health – and I’ve had moments where I’ve felt very lost within it all. So today, reconnecting with this part of me and my new program feels like coming back to myself again – a reminder that there is still meaning, purpose and excitement waiting beyond the medical world.

Even now, after years of teaching hundreds of students, music continues to teach me. It shows me how deeply people feel. It shows me how sound can regulate the nervous system. And it reminds me how powerful it is when someone finally feels safe enough to express themselves – whether through a melody, a rhythm, a single note or even silence.

Feel the Music Week inside my new program isn’t about talent or performance. It’s about exploring the emotional, regulating and therapeutic power of sound. We look at how vibration moves through the body, how rhythm brings presence, how tone shifts energy and how your own voice can become a gentle outlet for grounding and release. As both a music teacher and someone who has relied on music throughout my life, I’ve seen again and again how profoundly it can support healing.

Music speaks when we can’t. It comforts when we’re overwhelmed. It helps us release what we’ve been carrying. And when used intentionally, it becomes one of the most powerful tools for coming home to yourself.

If music has ever supported you through a difficult moment or helped you understand your emotions, this part of the journey will resonate deeply.

If you’d like to learn more about my new program or join the enquiry list, comment HOME below or send me a message 🎶
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This quote touches me so deeply because yoga became one of the first places where I truly met myself – and eventually remembered how to return home to who I really am.

When I first stepped into a yoga class years ago, I didn’t expect to struggle with it so much. I was used to high-intensity exercise like running – the kind of movement that made my heart race and my body burn. At the time, I loved that feeling and didn’t understand why yoga felt so uncomfortable and frustrating.

It took me a long time to realise that I gravitated toward high-intensity exercise because it kept my mind busy. It gave me something to do. It distracted me from the thoughts and feelings that surfaced when everything became quiet.

Yoga did the opposite.
Yoga slowed me down.
Yoga made me feel.
Yoga asked me to stay.
It held up a mirror and gently asked – can you sit with yourself here?

And in those early days, the answer was often no. It was confronting. Quiet. Too intimate.

But slowly – breath by breath – something started to soften.
The mat stopped feeling like a performance and started feeling like a place of permission.
A place where I could breathe instead of perform.
Where I could listen instead of escape.
Where presence slowly replaced perfectionism.
Where I could finally feel safe enough to come back into my body.

I also learned that the word ‘yoga’ comes from the Sanskrit meaning ‘yuj’ – meaning to yoke, to join, to unite. A practice of returning into union with the body, breath, mind, heart and moment. That meaning deepened for me even more when I completed my Yoga Teacher Training, which I’ll share in my next post. That training was a turning point in both my healing and my self-trust.

This is why Module 4 of my HOME program – In the Flow – is such a special week. It’s not about achieving poses or striving for flexibility. It’s about creating space inside yourself. It’s about reconnecting with your nervous system in a gentle, grounded way. It’s about learning how to return home to yourself again and again.

If you’d love to join the enquiry list, or learn more about my new program - send me a message or comment HOME below 🤍
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A couple of months ago, someone said those words to me – meant as an insult.
I could tell by her tone that she wanted them to sting.

But this time, I recognised it for what it was – a reflection of how far I’ve come.

For most of my life, I was a master at becoming whoever I thought people needed me to be.
A chameleon.
I’ve since learned that people with ADHD often do this – they mask to fit into different environments and keep the peace.
That was me.
I’d shape-shift to belong, laugh along when the jokes were at my expense, and stay quiet when I wanted to speak up – terrified of upsetting anyone.
On the outside, I seemed easy-going, kind, always fine.
But underneath, I was anxious, exhausted, and completely disconnected from who I really was.

I never chose myself first.
I didn’t even know what that looked like.

So when she called me self-indulgent, I smiled.
Because maybe she was right – I’ve finally learned to indulge in things that nourish me.

If being self-indulgent means
– Saying no without guilt
– Setting boundaries that protect my peace
– Listening to my body when it whispers for rest
– Speaking my truth, even if my voice shakes
– Investing in my own healing and growth

Then yes – I’m self-indulgent.
And I’m proud of it.

I’ve also built my life intentionally to support my wellbeing.
No, I don’t have kids or the same responsibilities that many others do – and that’s by choice.
I’ve designed my life so I can honour my rhythm, nurture my health, create freely, and live in alignment with what feels right for me.
Even being single has become part of that freedom – it’s allowed me to follow the call of my soul without compromise.

After a lifetime of people-pleasing and self-abandonment, choosing myself isn’t selfish – it’s sacred.
It’s the quiet homecoming of a woman finally remembering who she is beneath all the roles, expectations, and noise.

That’s exactly what Module 3 – ‘Love Thyself’ in my new program HOME – A Journey Back to Self is all about – learning to see self-love not as a luxury, but as a way of life.

So if someone ever calls you self-indulgent, smile.
You’re not being selfish – you’re finally being
yourself 🤍
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Breathwork wasn’t something I learned from a book or a class.
It found me when I was finally still enough to feel what I’d been holding.

I’d heard of breathwork before - but I didn’t truly experience its power until I went to Thailand for my yoga teacher training.

There, I was guided through a practice called Rebirthing Breathwork, and it became one of the most life-changing moments of my life.

In that session, I met something I’d been carrying for almost six years - and through nothing but breath, I finally forgave myself.
Not with my mind. Not with words. But cellularly.

That was the moment I understood: there are places inside us that thinking can’t reach - but the breath can.

That same week, I discovered Soma Breath - a music-based practice that helps release stored emotions and patterns from the nervous system.
It felt like ancient medicine I already knew, but had forgotten and I had to teach this.

Since then, breathwork has become one of the foundations in my healing, and it’s why Module 2 inside my program, HOME - A Journey Back to Self, is dedicated to the breath.

Because before we can change anything - we have to come home to our body.

And this feels like the right time to share it, because we’re nearing the end of another year - that moment when so many of us pause and think:

Where did the year go?
Why do I still feel so far from myself?
What if next year could feel different?

That’s where my new program, HOME - A Journey Back to Self, comes in.

It’s a journey made for this moment - to help you finish the year by returning to yourself, and begin 2026 already rooted in who you’re becoming.

I’ll be sharing full details soon - if you’d like to learn more as it unfolds, just comment HOME below or send me a message.

One breath at a time 🤍
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And today - I am.

Not because everything is perfect, or because I suddenly have it all figured out - but because I’m ready to keep moving toward the life I’m creating, the work I’m here to share, and the version of me I trust the most.

The past little while has been full. Not bad, not dramatic - just very real. And sometimes when life fills up, the most powerful thing we can do is pause, breathe, and begin again when we’re ready.

That’s where I am today. One soft breath. One quiet post. One step forward.

And it feels right to start here, because “Just Breathe” is the first module inside my new program, HOME - A Journey Back to Self.

It’s a guided journey for those who are ready to soften into themselves again - with weekly practices in breathwork, yoga, dance, music, mindfulness, self-love, and self-connection.

Breath is where everything returns.
Breath is where the body relaxes.
Breath is where the truth lands.

So this is me - choosing to start again, gently and intentionally.

If you’re also feeling the pull to reconnect - to reset - to return to your own inner home…stay close. The journey is unfolding.

One breath at a time 🤍
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This quote above has stayed with me for years – during the seasons where I felt unsure, unseen, or just plain tired of trying.

My brother-in-law has a big print of it hanging in his house – and I love that his kids – my niece and nephews – get to grow up seeing those powerful words every day.

For most of my life, I tried to follow the path that looked right from the outside – full-time work, routines, stability. But deep down, it never felt quite right in my body.

As a full-blown empath, a highly sensitive soul, and someone recently re-diagnosed at 43 with ADHD and ASD – I’ve often felt out of sync with the world. Too emotional. Too intense. Too “different.”

And yet – I’ve kept showing up.

These past few weeks, I’ve been recovering from a surgery that’s asked me to slow down in ways I didn’t expect. But even from bed, I’ve kept choosing to return to myself – through breathwork, music, stillness, soft stretches, prayer. Not always perfectly. But gently.
That, too, is the arena.

That’s what I now offer to others – not a loud, push-through-the-pain path, but a grounded, heart-led one.
One that honours your pace, your body, your sensitivity.
One that helps you come home to yourself.

🌿 Next week, I’ll be stepping into Welcome Week – a series of posts to reintroduce myself, share more of my story, and begin opening the door to something I’ve quietly been building behind the scenes.

It’s tender, it’s true, and it’s full of soul,
And I can’t wait to share it with you soon 🤍
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Goodbye, But Not Gone.

Two weeks ago, I had my fifth surgery – and said goodbye to my left o***y.

This operation was for endometriosis and adenomyosis – conditions that have been a part of my life for years, but still find ways to challenge me in new depths.

Physically – it was hard. My body has been here before, but no matter how many times you walk this path, it doesn’t get easier.

Emotionally and spiritually – it took me to places I didn’t expect. I felt grief…guilt…thoughts like I failed her. I didn’t try hard enough. I’m giving up by letting her go.

The left side is often seen as our feminine side – the part of us that nurtures, receives, and flows. Saying goodbye felt like losing a piece of that. I worried that without her, I’d lose touch with my softness, my intuition, my ability to create and hold space.

But what I’m learning is this – my feminine energy doesn’t live in one o***y. She lives in my breath. In the way I speak to myself & others. In how I honour my cycles, my seasons, my needs. She’s in the moments I let myself rest without guilt, receive without resistance, and soften without fear of breaking.

This surgery has reminded me that healing isn’t just about stitching skin – it’s about mending the unseen threads that tie us to our sense of wholeness.

I’m still moving slowly. Still tender. Still finding my way back to myself. But I know now – I haven’t lost my feminine side. I’m simply meeting her in a new form. 🌙✨

And this chapter has reminded me – again – of my deeper purpose in the work I want to do in the world. For years, I’ve been quietly building something close to my heart, always waiting to feel ‘ready enough’ to share it.

But life has a way of whispering - ‘now is the time’….more on this soon.

Karli 🤍
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