Fabby Mizzoni

Missing the travels 🌅

I couldn’t even begin to count the times I’ve been sexually harassed on the street. In yoga clothes, in going out clothes, in regular clothes, in the middle of the night, in the middle of the day, in groups, with my wife, on my own, sober, drunk. It’s doesn’t fu***ng matter. We are humans. We deserve safety on our streets. Reclaim the night. Rest in Peace Sarah.

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Sharing my favourite women doing my favourite thing to celebrate women’s day. Protesting, marching, demanding better. Women that are loud, assertive, undeniably strong and unrelentingly themselves. The women in my life are forces to be reckoned it. But we are the privleged women. Women are not given the same opportunities globally or even within our communities. Not all women get to be loud, demanding, assertive or even truly themselves. White women, straight women, middle class women, able bodied, thin women. We’ll keep protesting, and demanding better. But there’s other things we must do. We have to give up some power, share our space, distribute our resources, our wealth, our contacts, our privileges. We’re all supposed to benefit from our progressions and rebellions.
But we don’t.
We cannot trot home with just our slice of cake and claim equality. Not done yet.

108 Sun Salutations • Have you ever taken part in this practice? It sounds daunting, but I promise, it’s absolutely bloody gorgeous. I’ve taught several and everyone walks away beaming each time, truly. 108 is considered a sacred number, 108 beads on a mala, 108 marma points, 108 sacred sites in India. The distance between earth and the sun and the moon are 108 multiplied by their respective circumferences. It’s a reflective, meditative and cleansing practice. This Sunday I’ve the honour of leading this practice for an organisation called Anew . Anew support women in Ireland who are pregnant and facing homelessness. Over the past 4 years I’ve also had the honour of supporting my sisters during their pregnancies. And I can’t imagine the heartache of being so vulnerable at a time when you’re already so vulnerable. Women deserve non judgemental support, opportunities and empowerment. Anew offers all of these things. As well as a beautiful cottage where women safely live and prepare to meet their babies. Join me this Sunday morning to support this much needed charity. Head over to to read more about their services and the experiences of the people that use them. If you can’t make the practice you can still sign up and donate. I’ll be there on Sunday to do all the counting, all you need is your body ☀️link in bio x

Hello internet 👋🏼
Happy to be back after a 5 month break from the gram. I’ve been skulking around a little recently, but feel like I’m back in a head space where I can enjoy it again. I thought about how I can share without feeling overwhelmed, and realised what I like using this platform for. Being inspired + educated + humbled by people from all walks of life, my experiences of yoga, social justice, and of course those sweet sweet lol memes that break up pandemic life. What I don’t like using this for: relentless self promotion and the disingenuous feeling it leaves me with, and following people that I just don’t connect with. As a chronic over-sharer, this break was also a chance for me to appreciate privacy again. I’ve felt vulnerable and exposed in the past and still been present online. During the repeal referendum I was always here. It felt necessary. But this bout of vulnerability cut weirdly deeper. I’m continuing to understand how integral yoga and my work as a teacher are to my identity and self-esteem (probs too much tbh). I’ve taught hundreds of classes this last year, I’ve lost jobs and clients, I accepted jobs that crushed me a little, and I’ve had no choice but not to work at times. It’s been shaky and confusing. And even as more unrest comes our way I feel weirdly grounded right now. I know what matters (❤️) and I’m stripping back what doesn’t (impressing anyone, faking anything). So hopefully my space here can develop into something helpful and honest. I’m always open to learning and being wrong, but if for whatever reason you don’t like me, if seeing my posts just wreck your head, please use this as a chance to unfollow me. We’re not built to be liked by everyone, so I know it’s nothing personal, or maybe it is 😂🤷🏽‍♀️I don’t wanna be consumed by anyone who dislikes me, I’ve done it myself with others and it’s unnecessary and draining. Less of that plzzz 🙌🏽 It’s gas how few photos you have of yourself when you aren’t taking them for the gram. So here’s one of the last photos of me and B, what a babe she was. Have a gorgeous Friday and see you soon x

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I just want to be here, with the people I love, now. I want to enjoy my practices without the pressure of sharing them. I want less noise, less stimulation, and less comparison. I hope that makes sense. (Btw, this post is absolutely not intended to shame any teacher handling this pandemic differently to me. If you wanna share, innovate, teach, retrain or hustle, you do you ❤️).

If you want to know where and when I’m teaching over the next couple seasons, you can subscribe (and unsubscribe) to my newsletter through my bio link. I’ll send a couple a month, or whenever there’s something worthwhile to pass along. You can also find me through my email [email protected].

Thank you to everyone who has supported my teaching. I’ve been so crazy lucky. Take care of yourselves, look after your families and your friends. Mind your heads and your hearts.

Big love,
Fabby x

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Hello,

I took this week off to sit with some changes. Back in March, I chose to adapt quickly to studios closing. It felt important to me to remain present to those who chose to show up. I put energy into projects that I’d put off pre Covid, developed my teaching, started the Yoga Collective, created 30 days of Calm, trained as a gymnastics coach, and worked hard. I thought I’d muscled through the lockdown, professionally anyways. With in studio courses and classes starting again, and a of couple retreats booked, everything seemed well.

I was almost back to my pre Covid levels of busy. And then level 3 was announced in Dublin last week, and suddenly everything was cancelled again. Maybe my pre covid levels of busy were never sustainable, maybe I always knew this.
So I have chosen to embrace this lockdown, and any upcoming lockdowns. I won’t be adding new online classes to replace the in person ones I was teaching. Actually, I’ll be reducing them. When studios re-open, I’ll be teaching a little less in them as well.

In my private life, I’m also going to slow down. My wife keeps telling me that there won’t be an opportunity like this again. And she’s right.

And with all that, comes my happiest announcement. I’m taking a social media break. Not just this week, or this month. But hopefully for the rest of year. We’re told it’s impossible to be a yoga teacher in the West without social media. But I don’t want to to use and abuse this platform out of fear of becoming irrelevant. Naturally I’m a big sharer, so we’ll see how this pans out. But I’ve found myself over the years experiencing life with a little voice in my head, curating an Instagram post or story to share about it. And I’m just fu***ng done. I’ve gained so much through this platform, but given a lot also. I love so many people, groups and organisations on here. But it’s not good for my mental health to know what 300 yoga teachers in Dublin are doing all the time.