Four nights on the cliffs between Cambria and Big Sur.
The Pacific. The ceremony. The women. The land.
Maybe you don't know exactly why you're here.
Just following a nudge.
And the feeling that it's time.
Space to exhale. A slower morning. Salty air. Conversations that can only happen when you're completely at ease.
You've spent years showing up for everyone else. Holding it together. Doing what needs to be done.
Maybe you're ready for a few days where absolutely nothing is required of you.
Just breathe.
Listen inward.
And remember what it feels like to be you.