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26/08/2026

Learning the ropes, literally.

This is what a week of Yoga + Sail + Certify looks like. Hands on the winch, wind doing whatever it wants, the sail going up because someone finally taught you how instead of doing it for you.

You’re not a passenger on this boat. You’re crew.

We’re working toward your Greek sailing license, real skills you keep long after the week ends. And in between the sailing, we work the body too: movement, breath, meditation, whatever it takes to integrate what a week on open water stirs up in you.

We stop in off the beaten path islands of the Cyclades, like Kythnos for the hot springs. We set sail and finish under a temple that’s watched sailors come and go for longer than most countries have existed.

This isn’t a retreat where you watch from the shade.

It’s where you immerse yourself in the elements and in what it means to sail. Come play with me in Greece.

1 spot left in a shared cabin, Sept 12 to 19. Save the date for Spring- May 22-29th…. Comment Sail for more info, or shoot me a DM ⛵️💙🫶🏽

08/08/2026

Day two. Same ritual.

Sun first. Feet in the sand. A swim before the world wakes up.

Tomorrow I’ll tell you what I actually learned in Tallinn that made me want to do this every day.

07/07/2026

My birthland. Phoenix, Arizona. I literally cut my teeth on this mountain, my first proper hike, my first outdoor climb and rappel. Countless memories dragging friends up to the top. Tumbles and scrapes, exploring the nooks and crannies back when you could hike up to the beehives and there weren’t so many guardrails. Now there are warning signs, and even bananas left out for the courageous souls venturing onto the trails at peak desert heat.

The last time I came home in summer, it had been nearly 16 years, and I’d forgotten how ruthless the sun can be. Hitting the trail at 9am proved an impossible feat. For the first time in my life, I had to turn back, quite far from the top, realizing that if I kept going, heat stroke was inevitable. I’d forgotten that I used to wake at 4am to hike this trail with a headlamp, just to catch the sunrise at the top.

This time I hit the trail around 5 and was blessed with the full beauty of an AZ sunrise: the silhouettes of mountain ranges, the majestic saguaro cacti.

It feels good to be back in the desert. This rugged landscape toughens you up in all the right places. Like callouses on your feet after playing kickball on the asphalt, that extra grit that gets you through the edgy bits.

08/05/2026

Six practitioners. Six disciplines. One room in the Swiss Alps asking the question that integrative health has been waiting for.

Sleep medicine. Nutritherapy. Ancestral wisdom. Regenerative leadership. Organisational wellbeing. Embodied education. Not a conference. A genuine conversation about what healing requires when pills alone are not enough.

When Pills Are Not Enough is a live roundtable at Chalet Ganesha, Swiss Alps on 25 May 2026.

The conversation is already forming. The seat is yours.

DM to reserve your place.

28/04/2026

Not a tour.
Not a retreat.
A pilgrimage.

There’s a difference.

A tour shows you what happened. A pilgrimage asks what’s happening... in you, right now, as you stand on ground that has held this crossing for thousands of years.

This is what we’re doing May 1-3 in Greece. A tiny circle of women moving through the sacred sites of the ancient world — not as visitors, but as initiates.

Swipe to see the full journey. 🏛

Two spots remaining.
DM me GREECE if the land is calling you. 🌙

27/04/2026

You will leave this pilgrimage knowing something you can’t unknow.

Not because someone told you.
Because the land confirmed it.

There’s a particular kind of woman who feels the pull of ancient places... who knows she’s crossing a threshold but hasn’t yet had the ground beneath her feet to make it real.

She’s not searching. She’s remembering.

She wants to feel her power — not perform it. She wants to stand somewhere that has held women like her for thousands of years and feel that she belongs there too.

She wants the kind of sisterhood that doesn’t need explaining. A shared table. A shared road. The deep exhale of being with women who just... get it.

She wants to walk out the other side of something.

This is what Greece does. This is what these sites have always done.

And this is what we’re doing together May 1–3... Athens, Eleusis, Delphi, the Korykian Cave. A tiny circle of women. Guided by me.

Two spots remaining.
DM me GREECE. 🌙🏛

26/04/2026

For nearly 2,000 years, the most powerful voice in the ancient world belonged to a woman.

And almost no one talks about her.

She was called the Pythia. The Oracle of Delphi. And she wasn’t one woman... she was an archetype. A role rotating through women across millennia. Priestesses who surrendered their name, their family, their former life — in service of something larger than themselves.

Kings waited in line for her counsel. Generals would not march without her word.

And she spoke from a cave.

Seated on a bronze tripod above a crack in the earth, breathing vapours rising from the rock, she entered a trance and channelled what came through.

The words carved in stone above the temple entrance?

Know thyself.

Not know your strategy. Not know your goals.

Know thyself.

I stood on that ground a couple of years ago... and I’ve been sitting with what it means ever since.

There’s something the ancient world understood about feminine power that we are only just beginning to remember.

More to come. 🌙

📍 Delphi, Greece

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20/04/2026

There was a moment in the Korykian Cave when everything went quiet inside me.

We had already walked the sacred grounds of Delphi the day before. Stood where the Pythia - the Oracle - had spoken prophecy for nearly 2,000 years. Not one woman, but an archetype, rotating through women across millennia.

The next morning we hiked to the cave.

Outside it was bright and warm. And then we stepped through the threshold - and the darkness held us.
My companion was compelled to begin her siren song. Ancient sound rising up - not just from her soul, but from the soul of the cave itself.
This is the cave where Persephone’s story begins. Where she journeyed from maiden into queen.

I was in my bleed. Tender. Open. The coolness and dampness of the air holding me like a womb. I touched the crystallised stone. I felt the presence of the women who had walked this same land - feet on the same ground - for 6,000 years.

And then I felt it.
I have been here before.
Not as a visitor. As a woman who belongs to this land.

This is the crossing I’m now holding space for three other women to walk. May 1–3, 2026. Athens · Eleusis · Delphi · The Korykian Cave.

Two spots remaining in this spontaneous gathering. A Sanctuary of Sisters.

Comment or DM GREECE if something in you said yes. If you now stand at a threshold and are ready to step into the next phase. 🌙🏛

14/02/2026

A day to craft your own shamanic drum.
A day of rhythm, hands, hide, fire, and presence.

Sunday, March 1
Casa Garraf

If you feel the call, you already know. 🪶
Comment Drum or send a DM to book your place in the circle.

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