This isn't your typical yoga retreat, and it's not your average beach vacation. This is a shedding of layers, a return to yourself, a peace offering to your body and mind. It's no coincidence that you're here, that you're contemplating this retreat. Listen to what calls you.
Ally fell in love with and quite literally in Central America a couple years ago. She now lives in Brooklen, New York with her pupper Butcher and love of her life, Bill. She spends her days writing, teaching yoga and mentoring womxn and girls.
We worship the ocean and its powerful metaphor for us as women. We sit still by her, we open up by her. The sunsets here are next level. We will meditate here, swim here, drink here, (try to) surf here, laugh here, and return with sand in every crevice.
Panama is filled with beautiful lush landscapes, rain forest smells and mind blowing sunsets. Whether you're a thrill seeker who wants to surf or more of a low key hammock and beach nap kinda gal, the Cambutal will soothe your jungle nature needs. If you're up for it, bring your sneakers for low tide beach runs. Complimentary bicycles, kayaks and sup boards are available, as well as surf lessons, (for an additional cost).
Bring your journal. Trust us. Even if you are not the 'dear diary' type, we have plenty of prompts to get you writing, opening and discovering. We use simple yet powerful writing activities that serve as pathways to releasing the old and creating the new. Once the yoga practice cracks you open, we let the words spill out.
'I sang a song from the rawest place of myself. Only a tune a wild woman could know. The remembrance of something so instinctual, so sensual, so pure that it emerged from my bones and I was shocked and awed at its grandiose outpouring. I released my spirit from the grips of my ego and fell sweetly into the surrendered field. The earth welcomed me like a sweet child, drenched in honey, bathed in milk. There is yet another form, another version of me arising. From deep within the wound, she springs. Perhaps fiercer than ever. Potent and dripping in blood, quenched with tears and blazing like the hot sun yet cool like the generous moon. She who emerges is the embodiment of all goddesses before her. She is not separate. She is delicate and she is unbreakable. She is coming. She is pouring sweet nectar from the most sacred and sought after parts of her. She unfolds and she unfolds and she unfolds. Her heart beats the hymn of all women. Her eyes, her hips and her dancing limbs allow for greater gateways for a soul untamed. She is wild. She is remembering who she is.'—Ally Maz, Wild Woman