The Hawthorn Day Retreat

 

THE INVITATION

This is a sacred day for the woman who’s been holding so much, for so long. A day to be held in return. To remember what it feels like to soften. To listen. To receive. To be seen.

Hosted within the magick of my home, this is deep soul-tending work.
The kind that reaches through your body and back through time. It stirs the memory held in your blood and bones, calling forward the forgotten fragments of all the women you have been... The quiet ones. The wild ones. The ones who walked through fire. The ones who were silenced. And the woman you are now, the one that can no longer look away.

This is a journey with the seen and the unseen… through mist and ancient stone… with cauldron and drum.
 A gentle pilgrimage across old thresholds… where something long buried begins to stir.

This is a weaving of remembrance, reconnection and reclamation.
 A ritual of belonging.
Of restoration.
Of something ancient being remembered - through your body. Through mine.

 

WHAT HAPPENS

You are tenderly held in a space woven just for you... one I’ve been preparing long before your arrival. When I ran my hands through the hedgerows, singing your name into the wind. When I put my hands into the earth of your altar, calling in the directions. When I placed the markers at the old gate, so you’d find your way.

You’ll arrive and be welcomed into my home... into the hearth-warmth of a place that remembers. There is the scent of herbs and woodsmoke on the air, the gentleness of candlelight, and the soft hush of something sacred already rising.

We begin by the fire, seated on pelts and settle into each others energy, letting the day slowly rise. There is a warm drink to open the heart. Oracle cards to open the path. The day begins with curiosity and quiet unfolding... a slow rooting into the body, into the land, into the mystery that brought you here.

There is no rush. There is time. We follow the wild rhythm of what’s ready to rise.
You'll lie down, and I’ll draw the earth’s energy up through me, through my heart and hands. I anoint my palms with rose oil - to call in the wild feminine - and begin at your crown, running my fingers through your hair, listening deeply. To the words between words. To what your body carries. To what your soul longs to say.

I move slowly down your body, listening, responding to the stirrings beneath your skin, to what moves through your bones. I speak in old tongues. I place your feet on my womb, letting the wild pulse move through us both.

Symbols may come. Visions. Words. Sleep. Messages from the deeper layers of your lineage. This is your journey, guided by your inner knowing, by the ancestral drumbeat beneath the land.

We share what has risen. You are witnessed. Held. Honoured.

There is grounding - dark chocolate and nuts. And journaling. Or discussion.
Then a simple seasonal lunch.

In the afternoon, we move into hearth-crafting... a way of anchoring what’s been remembered. We might weave a pentacle, create a talisman, build a spell jar… whatever wants to take form in your hands.

You leave with sacred gifts - a herb bundle, a crystal, a message from the work - whatever calls through for you.

And together, we return what was on the altar back to the soil.

The spell complete. The circle whole. You leave around 3pm -  softened, steadied, and a little more home in yourself.

WHAT YOU MIGHT FEEL

This work stirs the depths. You may feel calm. You may feel cracked open. Tears might rise. Rage too. All is welcome here. All can be held. This is a remembering. Of your body. Of your soul. Your knowing. Your wild. A day for the softness of your heart, the potency of your womb, the power of your hands to be reawakened.

This is a space where many women say they feel...

"Deeply held and seen"
"More themselves than they’ve felt in years"
"Reconnected to their truth, their creativity, their magick"
"Remembered, by the land, by their lineage, by themselves"

The walls have been sung to. Songs of love and protection. Songs of joy and return. The garden has been nourished with my own monthly bleed. The earth knows what to do with it. This land holds me. And it will hold you.

A DAY OF REMEMBRANCE

One day. One sacred unfolding. A guided return to self. This offering is for the woman who has been carrying, giving, holding and now feels the pull to be held in return. Your day will be woven with ritual, touch, reflection and the living energy of the land, guiding you into deeper embodiment, restoration, and reconnection with your wild, wise self.

This is for you if…
→ You feel the need to pause, rest and realign with your body, heart and soul

→ You are ready to soften, release what no longer serves and gather what has been waiting to be remembered

→ You wish to be witnessed, supported and held as you explore the layers of your becoming

→ You are drawn to ritual, crafting and gentle practices that connect you with the land, your lineage, and your own wild pulse

This includes…
→ A full day retreat (10am–3pm) held one-to-one at Hawthorn Cottage
→ Hands-on healing, heart-opening ritual and guided reflection
→ A bespoke altar space and sacred gifts chosen intuitively for you
→ Cacao, nourishing lunch and hearth-crafternoon
→ Gentle integration of the work through ceremony, journaling and discussion

The exchange…
£333
Payment plans available.

How to join…
Email Katy to claim your day of remembrance and deep tending. One day. One sacred container. A return to the self that has been waiting for you.

If you’re unsure whether this is the right fit, reach out and we’ll explore together what your heart is calling for.

ABOUT KATY

I am Katy. A soul tender. A wayfinder. A weaver of what’s ancient, sacred and true.

I work with thresholds... the spaces between what is falling away and what is ready to rise. My medicine is born of the land, the bones, the cauldron and the hearth. It’s rooted in witch blood and remembering and shaped by years of walking beside women as they soften, unravel and return to the wildness of their own knowing.

I do not promise transformation... I hold space for it.

Through ritual, through touch, through story and silence, I guide women back to their bodies, their truth and the power that lives in their blood and bone.

My own path has been mossy, messy and magnificent. I’ve walked through fire, grief, thresholds of birth and death. I’ve known the ache of not-enoughness and the beauty of becoming. And through it all, I have learned that tenderness is strength and wild truth is holy.

This is the medicine I bring. Ancient, rooted, real.

If you choose to step into any of The Owlumni offerings, you will be held in this way: with a fierce softness, with a listening heart, with earth and ritual and wild woman magick.

And if you are a little unsure what the option is for you, simply email me and together we can work out the best pathway for you. 

I am so looking forward to walking beside you this year.

Love & twigs
Katy