Experience is a sacred arena where the individual and the eternal touch each other" - John o'donohue


Sometimes you just want to take your life off, as if it were a weigted blanket— set it down gently, step away, and breathe. To be transported somewhere new. Somewhere untouched by the weight of routine and responsibility. A place where the extraordinary is not just possible, but inevitable.

Sometimes, your soul aches for beauty—for the hum of something ancient and powerful to wrap itself around you like a warm wind, lifting you into a world where magic is not just imagined but real. A world where wonder is a living thing, where the land itself cradles your spirit, mends your weary heart, and fills your lungs with something deeper than air—something divine.

As a woman, as a mother, as a soul who has known the depth of exhaustion, I feel this in my bones.

"All the women in me are tired." – Nayyirah Waheed


Eight years ago, I found myself standing on the threshold of such a place. A land so breathtaking, so alive with mysticism, that it felt like stepping into a dream.

The first time I touched its soil, I felt the earth hum beneath my feet. The sky above me swirled and shimmered, the wind whispered secrets, and the very air crackled with a kind of energy I had never known before. It was an awakening—a homecoming to a place I had never been yet had always belonged. A fairytale made real. A sanctuary of sky and stone, fire and ice.

Since that moment, my soul has been tethered to this place, pulling me back again and again. I have spent years weaving myself into the land—building friendships, discovering hidden wonders, and guiding others into its magic. I have brought clients, kindred spirits, and fellow seekers to these shores, capturing their radiance against landscapes that seem carved from myth. And now, I am inviting you.


ICELAND.

A land where waterfalls pour like silver threads from emerald cliffs.

A land where the sky dances, painting the heavens in ribbons of light.

A land where the mountains breathe, the wind sings, and the midnight sun never sleeps.

A land that does not just hold magic—it awakens the magic within you.

For the past six years, I have carried a vision in my heart—to bring women into this enchanted place, to hold space for transformation, adventure, and deep soul healing. After walking through the hardest year of my life, I know I am not alone in this need. There are other women who long to be gathered, tended to, and gently unmade by the wild.

And so, I am beyond honored to announce my second cūra Iceland experience.



cūra (genitive cūrae) (fem.) – to take care, concern, thought, and solicitude. To curate.


This is not simply a trip. It is a sacred journey—a hand-curated adventure for no more than 9 women (plus our team). A journey into the heart of Iceland, into the heart of yourself. We will travel together, share space, break bread, and immerse ourselves in the wonder of this land. And along the way, my team and I will capture your story—portraits of you in your most wild, radiant, and unbound form—so that long after your feet leave this place, a piece of it will remain with you forever.



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