The world is on fire. Let's go sit in a sweat lodge and plot how to change that.

You've been holding up the sky. Running on fumes and fury. Showing up for everyone while your own cup sits empty.

Pachamama has a different plan for you.

Seven days in Peru's Sacred Valley, 9,000 feet up, in a private mountain sanctuary that belongs to just 18 of us. Here, the mountains are gods, the rivers carry memory, and the old version of you finally gets to die.

Rest is resistance. Shedding is mandatory.

Seven days. Three worlds. One new skin.

Each morning begins on a yoga mat suspended above the clouds, with the sun spilling gold over the peaks and the whole valley waking up below you. Every meal comes straight from Andean soil: bright, nourishing, and served at a long table where conversations stretch for hours.

Early in the week, we kneel together to make an offering to Pachamama, weaving our gratitude and intentions into a gift for the Earth. Then we enter the temazcal, where heat, steam, darkness, and prayer strip away everything you no longer need. People crawl in carrying their old lives and walk out lighter than they've felt in years.

We walk ancient Inca terraces that have held devotion for centuries, and sink our hands into clay on a terrace overlooking the valley. A sound bath washes through the body until even the busiest mind goes quiet, and a full hour of massage reminds your body that it deserves care too.

On our final night, we gather around the fire beneath a sky so thick with stars it looks unreal, and we burn what we're done with.

From the moment we pick you up in Cusco, every meal, ceremony, and detail is handled. All you have to do is show up.

A cozy indoor space with large windows showing a mountain landscape at sunset or dusk. The room features a wooden floor with arranged candles, musical bowls, and guitars, suggesting a yoga or meditation setting.

Who is this Peru Retreat For?

Some women give birth to children. Some give birth to movements.

This is for the organizers, the teachers, the business-builders, the rabble-rousers. The ones everybody leans on. You've been holding up the sky. Put it down for a week, and pick it back up stronger. Men welcome, obviously, but the matriarchy is in charge.

18 spots. When they're gone, they're gone.

If you’re coming solo, we can match you with a roommate, or you can book a private room. Coming with your person or your bestie? Snag a suite together! Prefer a place to unwind alone? Go private. Either way, you’ll me new friends that you’ll cherish for life.

The Andes are calling. Still deciding?

Ask Shelley anything. She answers every message personally.