To the woman who’s waiting —

I know this moment.

The inhale before the exhale.

The ache of knowing something is ready to shift… even if you can’t name it yet.

Maybe you clicked “join the waitlist” with shaky hands.

Maybe part of you still wonders if you’re ready. If it’s too much. If you’re too much.

Let me tell you this:

You’re not late.

You’re not broken.

And you’re not behind.

You’re right on time to remember who you are.

REWILDED is not a race. It’s a return.

To your body.

To your truth.

To your voice.

To the sacred rhythm that’s been whispering beneath the noise.

The fact that you’re here — reading this — tells me everything I need to know:

Something ancient and alive in you is ready to rise.

So while the dates and doors are still forming...

Let this be your first ceremony.

A moment to say:

“I choose me. Again.”

I can’t wait to walk with you.

With love and reverence,

You’ll be the first to know when REWILDED opens again. Until then, you can stay close here: