Bio

Seraphina Dawn is a Canadian writer, Pilates teacher, and somatic practitioner whose work explores the intersection of movement, nervous system regulation, and embodied intelligence.

Raised between the wide landscapes of the Canadian Prairies and the West Coast, her connection to nature and lifelong inquiry into healing, consciousness, and the body continue to shape her work.

Through movement, writing, and restorative practices, she helps others cultivate strength, awareness, and a deeper relationship with their own inner wisdom.

Her approach integrates BASI Pilates training, Reiki, Kundalini, Jin Shin Jyutsu, Tantra, and somatic education.

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My day starts when I sit down to write. I drop in by tapping the keyboard or scribbling in a notebook. I like to smell something lovely as I work—incense, perfume, flowers. Fresh coffee is essential.

I write to soothe the angst and grief I sense at the edges.

It’s always there; the only question is what to do.

I ease friction through fiction.

I practice and teach yoga—vinyasa and kundalini. Movement is my way of expressing the subconscious. I collect the stories that unfold as my body beats and breathes through little prose poems.

Formal education

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  • Bachelor of Arts - Simon Fraser University

  • Creative Writing Program - UC Berkeley

Poem 2.

The woman disrobes, leaving her lace to the shadows.

Rootless Root, her wings are the essence of breath.

Possessiveness is the seat of sorrow.

The woman’s sigh undulates the trees.

The boughs tremble, and leaves dissolve. There is a heat in the body that must be treated.

You have been initiated; the river beckons.

The woman is stretched out, as transparent as the butterfly beating its wings in tune with the cosmic cycle.

As the moth lands on the log, the fifth depth is born.

Take life as it comes.