25/07/2025
I didnât want to go.
I had every reason not to.
Dad had just come through heart surgery, and I was running on empty. Living in survival mode. The kind of tired that seeps into your bones and silences your spirit. I couldnât imagine leaving, not even for a weekend. What if he needed me? What if everything fell apart while I was away?
Iâd booked Sueâs singing retreat months before, back when life felt manageable. But now I wanted to cancel. I didnât want to be far away. I didnât want to be around people. I didnât have the energy to speak, let alone sing.
But Sue looked me in the eye and said, You need this.
And I trusted her enough to go.
The first couple of days, I barely spoke. I slept, cried quietly, hovered on the edges. The heaviness Iâd been carrying for months started to loosen. I made gentle friendships with strangers. I shared what I could. I wept some more. And slowly⌠I began to feel lighter.
Sue told me she could see me coming back.
By the end of the weekend, I wasnât fixed â but I was held. Seen. Nourished.
Iâd come back to myself.
Thatâs why weâre running our Held in Healing Retreat this November.
Because now I know what it really means to be held â and I want that for you too.
Whether youâre grieving a loss, navigating life changes, or just bone tired from carrying too much for too long⌠you are welcome. You can join every session, or sleep the weekend away. You can cry, laugh, create, rest, or simply be. Youâll be nourished by the food I cook, held by the land, and supported gently by a circle of kind-hearted women walking their own quiet paths.
The problems outside wonât disappear. But when you return to them, youâll do so feeling steadier. Stronger. More like you again.
Come alone. Bring a friend. Bring your whole aching heart.
Weâve subsidised the price as much as we possibly can, because we know how needed this is. And the early bird offer is still open.
This is your invitation â and your permission â to put yourself first.
With love,
Sharon x