Before there was a villa in Sicily… before the meditations and breathwork and the shared dinners under the stars… there was me: a woman who had spent her entire life performing, achieving, surviving. Trying to be „good enough“ in systems that never made space for her truth.

I grew up between two cultures—Sicilian at home, German outside—never fully belonging in either.
Under the roof of emotional instability and conditional love, I learned early on that safety meant control, that love was something to earn, and that being strong meant doing everything on my own.

By the time I reached adulthood, my independence had become my identity. But it came with a cost: emotional distance, exhaustion, and a deep disconnection from my own essence.

Even after meeting Vincent—the one person who saw me and loved me without trying to fix me—I still couldn’t fully let go. I was holding on too tightly to old protection.

Then, in December 2023, I attended a Joe Dispenza event. Not for me, but to support Vincent. Somehow… it changed my life.
For the first time, I found people who got me. Who didn’t ask me to shrink. Who thought like me, felt like me.

In one of the meditations, I saw a vision: a villa, a group of people, connection, stillness, movement, presence. I knew in that moment I was being shown something I was meant to create.
But life tested me first. I spiraled again, faced my unresolved trauma, and had a panic attack in front of my son.

In that moment, I realized: I hadn’t healed—I had just built higher walls. Vincent—bless him—put me on a plane to Orlando. Alone. To find my own voice again. And there, in one of my meditations, I surrendered. Not in thought, but in feeling.

I let it all burn: the control, the fear, the stories that weren’t mine. What remained was me. Real. Raw. Ready.

That’s when this retreat truly began. It’s not a business for us. It never was. It’s a soul offering. A space for people who, like me, have been too much, too quiet, too emotional, too strong—for too long.

It’s a place for you to take off your armor. To be soft and held, wild and honest. To move, cry, laugh, breathe, be.

Healing here doesn’t happen through fixing, but through remembering. Through witnessing. Through community.
Because healing doesn’t happen alone. It happens in the presence of others. It happens when someone like Axel makes you feel seen.
When someone like Jefi reminds you that you are love—that you just forgot.

This retreat came from that remembering. From the vision I saw and the version of myself I chose to become. And if you’re reading this, you’re likely part of that vision too. We don’t promise transformation. We promise a space where transformation becomes possible—if you’re willing to surrender to it.