Dear ones—

Kids are at summer camp and the house is eerily quiet. But before I get carried away - here are the practical bits about the retreat I am honored to invite you to:

A Long Weekend of Breath, Body & Inner Knowing

September 4–7, 2026
near Glenwood Springs, Colorado

A small retreat of gentle RBM Breathwork, movement, good food, quiet, mountains, and a whole lot of space.

Shared Room — $1,485 (one twin left in the two twin room)

Queen Room — $2,050 (one available)

Master Suite — $2,325 (one available)

Day Immersion — $275

✨ Reserve your room with a $500 deposit by July 4 and save $200.

Payment plans are available for every room.

Now back to getting carried away, for why I think retreats matter.

I honestly can't remember the last time I gave myself ninety uninterrupted minutes.

Not with a podcast.
Not with an audiobook.
Not "catching up" on something.

Just space to be.
To think.
To feel.

I know with the kids out of the house for a half day now, there are tables to be cleared, dishes, laundry, schoolwork, weeds to pull, brush to cut, schedules to be planned, drawers to be organized. Easy to get carried away.

The satisfaction of a done list ✅, and the exhaustion of it 🧟‍♀️.

The idea that our minds need long stretches of unstructured time to make sense of our lives is not newsflash for most of us. We know that.

The trick for me is that it takes more effort and discipline to make myself take 90mins. Feels unproductive.

Immediately my mind goes:

Woman.

You have shit to do.

Lately I've started wondering if our intuition isn't actually quiet.

Maybe it's just polite.

It whispers.

In a world that is LOUD.

The notifications, emails, news, laundry…

Even the things we love can be very loud. (thinking about my children here)

So eventually our deeper self has to get very loud too.

It gets our attention through exhaustion.
Through the conversation we keep postponing.
Through the tension that won't quite leave.
Through the quiet feeling that something isn't wrong exactly ... but something isn't fully alive either.

Maybe these are not interruptions. Maybe they're invitations.

The body has a funny way of turning up the volume when we keep missing the whisper.

Retreats have existed in almost every wisdom tradition I can think of.

Not because ordinary life is bad.
But because it's difficult to hear yourself over it.

A retreat doesn't magically give you answers.

It simply quiets the world long enough that your deeper self doesn't have to yell to be heard.

Maybe that's what retreats have always been for.
Not escaping life. Just hearing it more clearly.

Maybe wisdom isn't another insight.
Maybe it's finally having enough silence to notice what you've known all along.

If that feels like something you've been quietly longing for...

I'd love to welcome you.

✨ Reserve your room with a $500 deposit by July 4 and save $200.

Payment plans are available for every room.

Love,

Vanda

P.S. In my next email, I'd love to introduce you to the people who'll be holding this retreat with me. Honestly, they're one of the biggest reasons I'm so excited about this weekend.

P.P.S: here is a letter about what we will actually do on the retreat.