Charlotte Bradley

I used to think props were optional. Helpful, maybe. But not necessary. Something you used if you couldn’t quite do the pose. Now, I can’t imagine my yoga practice without them. Most days I do yoga at home. I have my blocks, my strap, my blanket, even a second mat for padding. It’s just how […]

There’s a point in practice where things can start to feel … familiar. Not in a comforting way, but in a I’ve done this a hundred times kind of way. I practice yoga most days of the week. And sometimes, it feels a bit repetitive. Like I’m just going through the motions. I don’t think it’s a

This morning in class, my yoga mentor shared a beautiful poem that really stayed with me. The sea, in this poem, is not just water—it is life’s changes, losses, and uninvited transformations. Breathing Underwater  I built my house by the sea.Not on the sands, mind you;not on the shifting sand.And I built it of rock.

This weekend, I went to a puppy yoga class. As you can imagine, it is not your typical quiet, peaceful yoga practice… The class was split into three parts: In some traditions, it’s believed that the universe was created as an act of pure joy and play. Not through effort or struggle, but from a

It’s my birthday! And it has me reflecting—on the past, lessons learned (some forgotten), and the person I want to become. Last weekend I read a wonderful novella written by my friend Veronica. It’s called The Incomplete Artist (you can grab it here!) I loved it, recognized many characters and related to so much. One chapter, in

Recently, my good friend got into sourdough bread making. Lucky for me, I’ve been the happy recipient of a delicious loaf (or two!). I’ve always loved baking, especially making bread. I’ve posted about if before – this is still one of my favourite bread recipes! The process is deeply satisfying—mixing, kneading, waiting, baking. It puts me

Last summer, I was traveling in Bulgaria, soaking up the beauty and adventure of being somewhere new. And then… I tweaked my back. For a couple of days, I could barely move. Rolling over in bed felt like trying to flip a log. It was so frustrating—when your back is in pain, it’s hard to

Yesterday morning, I woke up with every intention of going to karate class. My uniform was ready, and I planned to go in early to warm up and train—I love this quiet before-class space. Mentally, I was prepared (and looking forward to) pushing myself. But when I got out of bed, my body felt very