Retreats

Service Description

Come Back to Your Body It is eleven at night. You are still scrolling. There is a biscuit in your hand. You don’t remember picking it up. You are good at your life. You hold the meetings, the family, the plans. People lean on you. You can’t remember the last time someone held you up. You have read the books. You understand yourself very well. Understanding is not the problem. You are tired in a place that thinking can’t reach. So here is a different idea. A few days in Ferwert, Friesland. Flat green land, a wide sky, wind on your face. A wooden floor. A small group of women. And at the end, a stage. Don’t worry. You’ll be ready. And you won’t be alone up there. On the first evening, your phone goes into a basket. You will feel naked. That’s where it starts. First, we rest. Not because you earned it. Because you need it. No alarm. Nobody needs anything from you. For some women, that is the hardest part. Every morning starts with your body. Music. Feet on the floor. Breath. Your shoulders drop for the first time in months. Then we dance the Ten Worlds. Buddhist teachers say we all live in ten states of life. Hell, hunger, anger. Calm, joy. A wide, open heart. You don’t study them. You move them. You stamp out anger until your legs shake. And then, almost by surprise, you find calm. In your hips. In your hands. Now you know how to find it again. Between the moving, there is real food you don’t have to cook. By the third day, your head is clear. You sleep. Really sleep. And there are women like you. You laugh at dinner until your stomach hurts. Someone cries, and nobody rushes to fix it. On the last night, you dance for each other. Not a show. Just you, letting yourself be seen. You go home to the same job, the same family. But you are rested. You see your life differently. And your body knows the way back. Who will be with you I have taught dance for 45 years. I still get nervous before a new class. Many times my bag felt heavy and I almost stayed home. I went anyway. Every time, it ended like a party. Sweaty, happy, lighter. That’s what I want for you. You don’t need to dance. You don’t need to know anything about Buddhism. You only need to come.