Rest, Retreats, and Screaming in the Woods

Oh my goodness, thank you, friends, for responding. I need to show you what I saw. I put the pen down and asked to see what this retreat would look and feel like, and it was magical.

I stood in the woods and saw a large bonfire, and 18 women circled it. Each woman had three golden cords connecting from her womb, dropping one to the earth like an umbilical cord for grounding. One golden thread extends to either side, connecting and weaving like a blanket around the other women in the circle.

I saw something like this before at the last women's retreat I attended. The golden cords were dropping into the earth, bringing nourishment and healing to the body.

The next moment was something iconic, you see in movies. It moved slowly; I could smell the ocean water as the rain descended on them. I could feel the raindrops falling on my skin. The woman stepped back and crouched her body, and let out a scream from her stomach. Her cry was not a scream in fear. It was growling from deep inside her. The veins in her neck bulged, and her eyes were wild. Stepping back into the circle and holding space for the next woman to do the same.

Something so wild, so natural as a woman reclaiming her lost power again.

This retreat almost feels like a camping trip out in nature, bare feet earthing into the ground. I don't think it's a luxury retreat; to be apparent, I feel those are important too.

I feel this retreat is more of a rewilding for the soul.

Maybe it is not a hotel or house structure?

The person you were three years ago is not the same person you are today!

Have you leaned into your fear?