22/09/2025
This past weekend, I co-led a yoga retreat in Winter Park with , and it was the homecoming I desperately needed. After becoming a mother, I lost a piece of myself, and I’ve spent so much time fretting over the absence of that missing part. This was a weekend to remember… it felt like the softest landing back home to my whole self.
The house we stayed in was gorgeous, the meals prepared by the chef were nothing short of divine, and the fall colors were a reminder of the beauty in transformation. The yoga was deeply grounding, each practice infused with meaning and intention. But the most moving part? The incredible women who joined us on this journey. Their adventurous spirits, loving hearts, and openness made the weekend unforgettable.
As I reflect, there’s one moment that stands out above all others: the sound of laughter. On the last night, I went to bed listening to a symphony of giggles in the living room—a sweet, pure expression of joy and connection. It reminded me of the healing power of community, and the warmth that comes when we truly allow ourselves to be seen and loved.
I am so deeply touched by this experience. To the beautiful souls who shared this weekend with me—thank you, thank you, thank you. I feel so grateful to have witnessed this journey of reflection and connection. 🙏🏻✨