11/26/2025
There’s a moment I witness in almost every woman who comes to Egypt with me.
It happens before the pyramids, before the temples, before anyone has uttered the word “transformation.”
It usually happens in the quiet—in the airport arrivals hall, or on the first night when the city hum quiets just enough for a person to hear her own pulse again.
It’s the moment she realizes she didn’t come here for Egypt.
She came because something inside her had been waiting for a long time to exhale.
Most of us spend years—decades even—carrying more than our share.
We organize, we soothe, we lead, we hold.
We do it with love, but we do it at great cost to our inner world.
And then, one day, the body or the soul or the Spirit whispers,
“Enough. Something has to shift.”
Egypt has a way of meeting women at that threshold.
Not with answers, but with a kind of ancient companionship.
A reminder that human beings have always reached toward meaning, always sought the Divine, always tried to understand who we are and why we’re here.
Some women arrive asking big questions.
Others arrive without any questions at all—just a feeling they can’t name.
And that’s enough.
Sometimes it’s the unnamed things that begin the real journey.
I’ve stopped thinking of this work as “retreat leadership.”
It feels more like midwifing a process that already lives inside each woman.
A remembering.
A returning.
A reclaiming of the parts of themselves they set aside while taking care of everyone else.
When I talk about “awakening your sacred path,” I don’t mean a path that someone hands to you.
I mean the path that rises to meet you when you finally give yourself permission to listen.
If you’ve been feeling that pull—subtle, persistent, sometimes inconvenient—
just know you’re not imagining it.
There’s a place inside you asking to be heard, and a world waiting to meet you when you do.
And if Egypt is part of that calling, I’ll be there to welcome you when you arrive.