🛖 Welcome to the Rematriation Retreats

Because healing isn’t a hobby. It’s a homecoming. This isn’t a spa day. This isn’t a girls’ weekend. This is a full-blown recalibration of your nervous system, your purpose, your power. Because we were never meant to do this alone.

For generations, women have been taught to silence the scream, smile through the burnout, and tend to everyone but themselves. The system gaslit us into thinking exhaustion was noble. That surviving was success. That wanting more meant we were selfish. We say: No more.

At a Rematriation Retreat, you don’t just “relax.”

You remember:

🌀 Remember how powerful it is to sit in sacred circle.

🌀 Remember what your body feels like without deadlines, dishes, or demands.

🌀 Remember what it means to be seen without performance, celebrated without productivity, and supported without needing to explain a damn thing.

These weekends are not escapes. They are returns. To joy. To breath. To a way of being that feels like truth in your bones. We gather in fire-lit rooms and wild backyards. We pass the mic, the bread, the stories. We let our tears hit the earth and our laughter shake the walls. And when the weekend ends? You don’t go back the same.

You return recalibrated, rematriated, and reconnected to the part of you they tried to domesticate — the part that’s still wild, wise, and wide the hell awake.

🔥 Only 6 spots per gathering.

Only 3 weekends left in the year.

And only women who are ready to rise. 🔥

This is your portal. This is your permission. This is your pack.

Welcome to the fire, Wampus Cat.

You made it..