11/12/2025
I can still feel that shimmer of connection, the threads that were woven on this past Women’s Rewilding Retreat, that deep remembering in my bones that our womanhood is meant to be revered. Eighteen women gathering in the forest, arriving with busy minds, tired hearts, and that familiar sense of being stretched thin. In our first circle it was so clear how many of us carried the same threads: the pressure, the pace, the longing to slow down, the quiet ache of feeling disconnected from our bodies. And yet in just two nights, something shifted. The depth of connection we wove as strangers became a living reminder of what’s possible when women meet without judgment, when we trade presence for performance and let their wild hearts be seen.
I felt so grateful to return to this familiar land, to commune with the elements, with earth herself. She held our shares, our songs, our tears. She reminded us how sacred each moment truly is, how the divine lives in our bodies and in the here and now. We heard it in the rain shimmering through the canopy, sometimes so loud we were forced to stop talking and simply listen. We felt it in our sisters hands as she softly massaged our face and stroked our hair. We bathed in its beauty in waterfalls and in moonlight. We found it in our wombs as our bodies whispered truths about honouring our seasons and celebrating our cycles.
These retreats always exceed anything I could plan. The energy of the group carries the experience in ways I could never orchestrate. The impromptu singing circles, the silliness, the laughter that rises right when we need it. The courage of each woman offering her raw, trembling, magnificent self to be witnessed. It feels both rare and precious and also like something ancient, a way of being we instinctively remember.
If something in you stirs as you read this, a gentle ache or a quiet yes low in your belly, then maybe Portugal is whispering to you. We’ll gather again next year with the same devotion to truth, softness, wildness, and the sacred remembering of who we are as women.
