Guten Tag, Reader, It was still dark. Still cool. The rising sun threw only the slightest glimmer onto the very tops of the canyon walls. Soon, it would be bright. Warm. Hot probably. But not yet. Right then, all movement on the beach was guided by headlamps. The women were still wearing that extra layer as they broke down camp for the last time on this adventure. They moved with skill, strength, and grit. Unexperienced strangers just a week ago, they had bonded into a tight team of confident wilderness adventurers, lending a hand without being asked. Accepting help without hesitation. My colleague Angie and I checked in, as we had every morning, on every beach. In each otherâs eyes, we saw a sense of pride and the realization that we had been witnessing, over 80 river miles in five days, something extraordinary. âWe did it,â we said, with big smiles, followed by a big, long hug. And we knew right then, on the last morning of last summerâs Salmon River Slowdown, that we wanted more women to experience the transformation we had observed in our participants (and that we had experienced in our own bodies). That Knowing has become wildHER. This year, we are moving even farther west, to Oregonâs Rogue River. One third (at least) of the women who will join wildHER are returning participants. Thatâs how powerfully last yearâs river retreat resonated. And I agree with one adventurer who called it âa life-changing experience.â It changed my trajectory, as well. By the end of the retreat, youâll feel lighter, wilder, and more confidently yourself than youâve felt in a very long time. I hope youâll consider joining us. Learn more and reserve your spot here. I will see you back here in two weeks. If you liked this letter, please forward it to a friend. Always on your side, truly, *The wildHER Rogue River Adventure will be outfitted by Ouzel Outfitters. Their experienced guides will care for your safety and comfort. p.s. If you got something from today's letter, why not buy me a coffee? I am keeping my writing AI-free, which means a lot of creativity goes into it. You can leave me a tip here. |
I am a recovering perfectionist, productivity chaser, and people pleaser, coaching women to disrupt old thought patterns, let go of behaviors that keep them stuck, and make their joy an everyday priority.
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