The Soul

 
 

soul

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.

 
 
ladyvana yoga and reconnection retreats for the modern woman

ALLY MAZ

Ally fell in love with movement and the ocean at a young age. Raised in Vancouver, BC, Canada and now residing in Venice Beach, California her love for yoga, travel and empowering women have sent her all over the world providing space for women to relax, feel and retrieve themselves. You can try her classes for free here.

 
ladyvana yoga retreats for the modern woman

oCEAN

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. 

 
 
ladyvana yoga retreats for the modern woman

nATURE

From La Joya: “As longtime visitors of this area we wanted La Joya to have everything you could ask for in a Sayulita adventure. From filtered on site water to the organic offerings of the cantina we wanted La Joya to support your wellbeing. We also love to move and have made sure that whatever you’re after, be it SUP or Surf, yoga or kettlebells we’ve got you covered.”

 
ladyvana yoga retreats for the modern woman

jOURNALING

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 poem