Sacred Mountain Retreat

11/11/2025

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06/11/2025

Every woman I know lives with at least one impossible longing.

The legendary love that never arrives.
The home she can feel but hasn’t found.
The version of herself she can taste but not quite touch.

And between where she is and where she’s going…there’s the waiting.

That maddening stretch of time when everything seems still and stagnant, but is secretly rearranging itself to meet her.

That’s when driftwood starts to appear.

Driftwood is the sacred debris of your next becoming. The proof that what you desire is already in motion, even if it hasn’t yet crashed to shore.

It’s those tiny, sacred fragments of your future washing up at your feet to remind you: you are not crazy, and you are not alone.

And the world is littered with it.

A scent that sweeps you back to a version of yourself that still believed.​​​
​​​​​​​An old friend reaching out the moment you finally decide to forgive her.
​​​​​​​A conversation overheard on the subway that uncannily names your next chapter.

Driftwood.

Every glance, every glitch, every near miss is the universe murmuring, “I heard you.”

It’s the cosmic breadcrumb trail, the flirtatious foreplay of manifestation itself.

But here’s the secret most women miss – driftwood only reveals itself to those who are awake enough to notice.

Most of us are too busy sulking over what hasn’t arrived to realize we’re knee-deep in proof that it’s coming.

We think it’s nothing.
We call it coincidence.
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We scroll right past our miracles because they’re wearing ordinary clothes.

But to live as a woman of desire is to train your eyes for driftwood. To treat every wink from the cosmos like a royal summons. To throw confetti for the smallest sign of movement.

Why?

Because celebration is the magnet that pulls the next wave closer.

And when you start to see life through that lens? Everything becomes a love letter from the divine.

A canceled plan that opens space for rest. Or a song that hits you right in the solar plexus. Or a stranger’s kindness when you were about to give up.

Each one, a splinter of evidence that the universe is flexing her muscles on your behalf.

That’s how you become a woman who lives in partnership with her power.

Not a woman waiting on the shores of her desire, naked and salty, scanning the horizon for a guarantee…but one who creates it by the way she worships every inch of the journey.

So, tell me, sisters…what’s washing up at your feet lately? What bits of driftwood are whispering your name?

Let’s name them. Celebrate them. Fan them into fire.

Because your future is already moving toward you – one wave, one clue, one shimmer at a time.

05/11/2025

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Quand on partage des années avec la même personne, on découvre que l’amour n’est pas une ligne droite.
C’est un chemin sinueux, avec des hauts, des bas… et parfois même des pas en arrière.
Mais si vous avancez côte à côte, avec respect, patience et l’envie de vous choisir encore, le voyage devient magnifique – même à travers les passages les plus compliqués.

Ne vous inquiétez pas si vous ne ressentez pas toujours les « papillons ».
L’étincelle du début n’est qu’un prélude.
Le véritable amour, lui, se nourrit de choix, d’attention et de ces petits gestes répétés au quotidien.

Apprenez à pardonner sans blesser, à discuter sans détruire, à être en désaccord sans vous éloigner.
La différence n’est pas le problème.
Le véritable danger, c’est le silence qui remplace les mots, la fierté qui écrase tout, et l’indifférence qui s’installe.

Et n’ayez pas peur du temps.
Ne redoutez pas l’idée de vieillir ensemble.
Nous aussi, nous avons craint de nous ennuyer, de nous perdre, de ne plus nous reconnaître.
Mais lorsqu’on protège vraiment le lien, lorsqu’on continue de se choisir même après des années, l’amour ne s’efface pas : il évolue.

Il y aura des jours lourds.
Des jours où la fatigue l’emporte.
Des jours où l’on n’a rien à se dire.
Et même des jours où l’on ne s’aime pas beaucoup.
C’est normal.
L’amour ne se mesure pas à la perfection, mais à la décision de rester, même quand tout vacille.

Et si un jour vous vous sentez loin l’un de l’autre, ne restez pas immobiles.
Faites le premier pas.
Prenez l’autre dans vos bras.
Regardez-vous comme au premier jour.
Rappelez-vous pourquoi vos chemins se sont croisés…
Puis recommencez.
Encore, et encore.
Autant de fois que nécessaire.

Ce n’est pas de la magie.
C’est de la volonté.
C’est de la tendresse.
C’est une histoire construite à deux.

Et avec le temps… c’est plus précieux que l’or.

05/11/2025

🌙 Retreat Highlights ✨

It’s always hard to choose just one highlight, there are so many little moments that stay with me.

But if I had to pick🤔….it would be that moment at 2:30 a.m., coming down the stairs to check why the dog was barking outside and hearing laughter and happy chatter coming from one of the bedrooms. I stopped, hand on my heart, and just stood there,so grateful to hear them connecting, sharing, being. 💛

Hearing someone say they usually sleep so badly, but here they slept deeply and peacefully. Watching strangers arrive and within hours feel like old friends. Seeing the smiles, the hugs, the laughter echoing through the house…

These are the moments that remind me why I do this. ✨
Sacred Mountain Retreat isn’t just about healing, it’s about connection, laughter, and remembering what it feels like to truly belong

05/11/2025

🌙 Retreat Highlights ✨

It’s always hard to choose just one highlight, there are so many little moments that stay with me.

But if I had to pick… it would be that moment at 2:30 a.m., coming down the stairs to check something and hearing laughter and gentle chatter coming from one of the bedrooms. I stopped, hand on my heart, and just stood there, so grateful to hear them connecting, sharing, being. 💛

Hearing someone say they usually sleep so badly, but here they slept deeply and peacefully. Watching strangers arrive and within hours feel like old friends. Seeing the smiles, the hugs, the laughter echoing through the house…

These are the moments that remind me why I do this. ✨
Sacred Mountain Retreat isn’t just about healing, it’s about connection, laughter, and remembering what it feels like to truly belong

04/11/2025

When the sound healing starts and the cat’s like, ‘Move over, I’m aligning my chakras too.’ 🧘‍♂️😹

03/11/2025

✨ Meet our resident feline guru.
He doesn’t meow , he manifests. 🐾

One moment he’s picking your tarot card, the next he’s channeling healing energy straight into your heart chakra or curling up beside whoever needs a little extra cosmic TLC during a sound meditation 🤷‍♀️

Some say he’s a cat.
We’re not entirely sure he isn’t a reincarnated Reiki master. 😼💫

02/11/2025

✨ Our bedtime routine at the retreat ✨

Sound therapy, meditation & energy clearing…
a deep journey into connection with self and the universe 💫

Or, depending on who you ask,
a very fancy slumber party where a few blissed-out souls needed to be gently woken up and pointed toward their actual beds 😴😂

It was a long, beautiful day.
Inside the Sacred Mountain Retreat bubble, relaxation runs deep,
and that’s when true healing begins.

When we allow the body to rest,
it knows exactly how to heal itself. 🌙🤍

02/11/2025

30/10/2025

It’s retreat eve again at Sacred Mountain 🥰
The sun sinks low, singing bowls resonate through the still air of the finca and the glorious, cleansing scent of Palo Santo fills the night.
Energy is building as something special is beginning 🥰

27/10/2025

Breaking cycles isn’t about perfection — it’s about courage.

The courage to listen when it’s hard to hear.
To stay open when our children hold up a mirror.
To hear their pain without rushing to defend our own.

Many of us were taught to stay silent — to protect the comfort of the adults around us.
We learned to swallow hurt, to keep peace at any cost. But silence isn’t peace — it’s fear disguised as respect.

Healing begins when we make honesty safe.
When a child can say, “That hurt me,” and we can answer, “I hear you. Tell me more.”

That moment — right there — is where a cycle ends.

Because it tells our children that love can hold truth, that connection can survive discomfort, and that respect doesn’t require silence.

That’s how we change the story —
not by never getting it wrong,
but by being brave enough to make it right. ❤️

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