Why Egypt?

I'm writing this from an empty Zoom room.

Tonight was meant to be an information session about the upcoming retreat. I opened the link, sat down, waited. No one came.

I sort of suspected it might happen. But instead of closing the laptop and calling it a quiet night, I did something else. I journaled. I asked myself the question I imagine some of you have asked me before: why Egypt?

So let me actually answer it.

The Pull

For years, I carried an unexplained, indescribable pull toward Egypt. Deep. Wordless. The kind of knowing that doesn't come with a reason attached, so you spend a long time not quite trusting it.

I didn't know who to go with. I didn't know when. I just knew it was there, underneath everything else, waiting.

Then one day I read a Facebook post that I resonated with, and something in me answered before my mind had finished deciding. I said yes to an unplanned call, and somehow, that's how I got to Egypt.

There were doubts right up until the moment I left. But underneath the doubt was a deeper knowing, and the ancient wisdom kept calling — quietly, persistently, in that way that isn't really explainable, but is also impossible to ignore.

Coming Home

Egypt was an entirely different culture to the one I'd grown up in. The whole trip lived in the space between two feelings: this is a deep knowing and what the hell am I doing here. Both were true at once.

And then I caught my first glimpse of the pyramids.

It was like coming home.

Not new. Not foreign. A remembering - the kind that lands in your body before your mind can catch up and explain it. I knew, in that moment, that this was right for me. Right for my soul.

I've been back four times since.

Four Trips, Four Chapters

The first was with my husband. He saw what Egypt did to me when I came home — the shift was visible, undeniable — and he was called to the pyramids too. We went back together and spent a month there, exploring, navigating, letting the country show us whatever it wanted to show us. It became something we shared, not something I'd simply come home talking about.

The next trip was with a soul sister. We'd actually met once before, at a networking event, and promptly forgot about each other, the way you sometimes do with a hundred faces in a room. Then — completely by coincidence — we ended up on the same flight from Cairo to Luxor. We crossed paths again not long after and said, almost without thinking, let's catch up. It was only later we discovered we share the same birthday. What are the odds?

We made a plan. That became my third trip to Egypt. More magic. What can I say?

The fourth time, I ran a two-week retreat. It was incredible and the magic and the remembering are still unfolding, even now, two years later. Just two days ago, someone from that retreat messaged me to share that the transformation is still ongoing for her. The connection we opened in Egypt keeps expanding.

That's what this work actually is. A remembering of wisdom that feels like coming home. The divine feminine. Soft is the new strong. An unshakable certainty of being held and supported, even when nothing on the surface explains why.

I know it's hard to believe until you've felt it. But I've seen it, time and time again.

The Fifth Trip

This December, I'm going back for a fifth time.

I've put together the best of everything I've learned across four trips into one deep, deliberately designed transformational journey — head, heart, and gut in balance, the feminine and masculine meeting inside you, ancient wisdom, sound, and vibration, held in a container built entirely with intention.

No one showed up to hear about it tonight. But I wanted to write this anyway for whoever needed to read it, whenever they find it.

If any part of this stirred something in you, that unexplainable pull might be exactly what it was for me. I'd love for you to come.