For the woman who spends her days and nights nurturing, caring, tending to, and healing others. If you are a therapist, caregiver, healer, healthcare worker, educator, mother, or the one who everyone calls when shit hits the fan - you've gotten really good at saying "yes" to everyone but you. You convince yourself if you can just get through this "one last thing", then you can rest. Except the needs and the requests never stop pilling up. The guilt and worry that you're letting people down doesn't ever go quiet.
If you are the anchor in your world - you understand the unseen costs. The exhaustion that feels bone deep, that sleep can't catch up with. The mental fatigue that make even small decisions feel overwhelming. The building resentment you don't want to admit is there. Your body is asking for attention in ways you keep trying to ignore. It's starting to feel like it all might swallow you whole, and spit you back out.
Then the days get shorter and the holidays are just around the corner. The expectations. The bustle of the season. The wishlists and memories to be made. It can be beautiful, and it can also drain what little you had left in the tank. You cannot out perform your nervous system. Not for long, anyway.
So, before you offer yourself up for one more thing for someone else, we want to ask you something something different:
*Who feeds the woman who is always nourishing others?
*Who listens to the woman who holds everyone else's stories?
*What threads have been woven into you?
*When is the last time you said "yes" to yourself?
And perhaps the most important question:
*Who heals the healers?
We do.
You don't have to carry the room or be the strong one. You can show up tired and have a weekend of quiet reflection. You can show up hungry and ready for a weekend of being nourished. Fall asleep without setting an alarm and without the mental list waiting as soon as you open your eyes. Wake up to the smell of coffee and a warm breakfast that someone else made. You can lean into connection and community in a way that replenishes you through shared stories, laughing until your sides hurt, and being valued simply for your presence. For a little while, you get to be the one who is cared for. It's time to say "yes" for yourself.
This weekend has been intentionally created to be a small, intimate and cozy space, with room for up to 9 women.
If the idea of a weekend sleepover, honoring your lineage, and coming home with something to hold onto sounds like a slice of heaven - say "yes" to you and we'll see you in Tulsa!
Your chair at the hearth is waiting.