Reflections from Ibiza

There’s something undeniably magnetic about Ibiza—the White Isle doesn’t just call to you, it sings to your soul.

My first encounter with its sacred energy was six years ago on a retreat that completely shifted my perspective. Far beyond its party reputation lies a deeply spiritual heartbeat, and I fell head over heels for it. Ever since, I felt the quiet pull to return—not just to the island, but to the version of myself I met there.

I held the vision close, trusting the timing, and when I saw Bloom—a womb healing retreat hosted by the lovely Josie—I knew this was the moment I’d been waiting for.

Womb healing had touched my path before, but something in me was craving a deeper dive. As women, we carry so much in this sacred space—our emotions, our stories, our connection to self. This felt like a chance to really listen.

The retreat itself was non-residential, so we booked a sweet little mountain bungalow through Airbnb and rented a car to explore freely. We arrived under the cover of night, navigating winding mountain roads, eventually landing at our cozy sanctuary. A mischievous black cat hiding in the wardrobe was our first welcome—a quirky little omen, perhaps.

That night, my dreams were vivid and full of signs—animals, symbols, spirit whispers. The island was already speaking to me. I could feel it: the energy here is ancient and alive.

Day one began gently, giving us space to settle in and sync with the island’s rhythm.
We spent the morning wandering through a charming village, the kind that feels like it exists just slightly outside of time. A little boutique shopping, soft sunlight filtering through terracotta streets, and then a nourishing stop at Wild Beets—a vegan café that felt like a portal of inspiration. The food was vibrant, the energy high-vibe, and it instantly set the tone for the days to come.

There was a calm undercurrent moving through everything—like Ibiza was holding us, preparing us. I could already feel my nervous system starting to unwind.

This wasn’t just a retreat. It was a return. A remembrance.

That day at Wild Beets, after one too many matcha’s and green juices, nature called. I popped to the loo, thinking I’d locked the door—only to have it swing open mid-flow as a woman walked in. She gasped, apologized, and backed out quickly, and I laughed it off, chalking it up to a dodgy lock and a bit of harmless embarrassment.

Fast forward a few hours—we stopped for a coffee at another café, and again, I needed a quick toilet break. This time, I accidentally walked in on someone else. The door hadn’t been locked. We both laughed, and I waited outside for her to finish. When she came out, I couldn’t help but say, “Okay, this is wild—the exact same thing just happened to me this morning.”

She smiled and said, “Funny how the universe works.”

We ended up chatting for a bit, and I told her I was in Ibiza for a womb healing retreat. Her eyes lit up with curiosity, and there was this little spark between us—one of those chance meetings that doesn’t feel like chance at all. 

The synchronicity wasn’t lost on me. In a way, it felt like a cosmic wink—reminding me that this journey was already unfolding in unexpected, magical ways.

After soaking up the golden sun on the soft sands of Cala Tarida and indulging in some seriously delicious food, we made our way back to our mountain hideaway. The plan: rest deeply, reset, and be fresh for the official start of the retreat the next morning.

Day one was set to begin at 11:00 AM, and with a 30-minute drive ahead of us, we left just after 10:15—feeling calm, spacious, and totally ready. But as Ibiza does, it had its own divine timing in mind.

Only five minutes into the winding drive, we came to a full stop. Roadworks. The kind where the entire mountain path is being tarmacked and there’s nothing to do but wait. Classic Spanish vibes. We sat there, windows down, soaking in the stillness, and messaged Josie to let her know.

I turned to Kate and joked, “Watch us arrive at exactly 11:11.”

Eventually, we were back on the road, gliding through lush hills and letting the island’s beauty hold us in its arms. We followed Josie’s directions, parked, and began the short walk to the retreat space—buzzing with anticipation.

We arrived, took a breath, and checked the time.

11:11.

Of course.

Another subtle wink from the universe, reminding us that we were exactly where we needed to be, right on time—even if it didn’t look like it at first.

 We were a small, intimate group—just four guests—welcomed with open arms by Josie and Chris, their gorgeous daughter Violet, her loving gran who cared for her, and the ever-present Emma, who held space alongside Josie and guided us through a deeply nourishing yin yoga session.

The retreat was held in their family home, and the energy reflected just that—wholesome, warm, and beautifully relaxed. There was something deeply grounding about being in a space where love was woven into the walls and the flow of daily life continued around us. It felt real. Sacred. Safe.

Set high in the mountains with panoramic views of Es Vedrà, the location itself was breathtaking. Es Vedrà is more than just a view—it's a presence. Said to be one of the Earth’s three most magnetic points, wrapped in myth and mystery, this ancient rock is thought to be filled with crystals. And truly, it feels that way. There's a tangible pull, an unseen energy that stirs something deep within.

The three days we spent together are hard to put into words. We moved through ceremonies, sound healings, voice-opening practices, moments of deep connection, blessings, and meals that felt more like divine offerings than just food.

Insights:

During one of our sharing circles, I found myself questioning whether I needed to speak aloud a personal issue I’d brought with me—one that felt tender and not quite ready to be voiced. I wondered if sharing was necessary for healing to happen.

As I sat in silence, listening to the others, I began to receive gentle nudges from spirit: it wasn't necessary to speak. All I needed to do was listen and allow myself to receive.

And so I did. Healing insights came not through my own words, but through the stories and sharings of others. One message in particular came through with clarity—it was about the concepts of right and wrong, and how we often carry deep shame or guilt for things we feel didn’t align with our values. These emotions are heavy and persistent, some of the hardest to release.

But the message was clear: there is no absolute right or wrong—there are only experiences. We are all doing the best we can with the awareness we have at the time.

We must forgive others. And more importantly, we must forgive ourselves. Holding on creates dis-ease and disharmony. True healing begins when we choose to let go.

Nature

Another profound takeaway from the retreat was the sheer, undeniable power of nature.

After one of the ceremonies, Josie invited us to offer something to the land—an act she shared had supported her deeply in her manifestation practices. I brought two of my beloved crystals. It wasn’t easy to part with them, but intuitively, I knew they were the right offerings. There’s something incredibly humbling and healing about connecting with Mother Earth in this way—offering back what she so graciously gives.

It stirred something ancient within me. As a child, I used to collect petals, stones, feathers—tiny treasures from the earth—to place on my own little altars or use to create something beautiful. Watching Violet, Josie’s daughter, make her own altars from nature brought those memories rushing back. It reminded me so much of my daughter, Pixie, and her innate connection with the natural world. I call it “Pixie magic.”

I’m feeling such a strong call to reconnect—with nature, and with my inner child.

On the third day, we experienced a rosemary tea ceremony that reawakened a part of me I’d nearly forgotten. Years ago, during my nutrition degree, I studied a module on herbalism and absolutely loved it. This ceremony reignited that spark. I felt the whispers of the plants, the gentle wisdom of the herbs calling me back.

Since returning, we’ve started creating a herbal tea bar at the Mill. We'll be growing fresh herbs in the garden, and I can’t wait to get creative—blending, infusing, and crafting teas with intention. Flowers, essential oils, and healing plants—I feel like they’re becoming part of my path again.

Mary Magdalene

Over the past year, Mary Magdalene has been coming through more and more strongly for me—and during the retreat, her presence was undeniable.

The Divine Feminine wove itself through every element of our time together. On the final day, we gathered for a ritual blessing, and the energy was deeply moving. It felt as though our ancestors were encircling us—holding us, honoring us—as we honored one another and the sacred mother line we all carry within.

Tears flowed freely. The ceremony was powerful, ancient, and alive with love.

It felt like an Initiation. 

A remembering!

Pink Moon

Day three of the retreat also aligned with the Pink Moon—April’s full moon in Libra. The energy was palpable—gentle, yet fiercely illuminating.

As the moon rose, I began to feel the stirrings in my body—strong period pains that came almost without warning. But I knew this wasn’t just physical. It was a release. A clearing.

With each wave, it felt as though generations of doubt, insecurity, and suppression were being brought to the surface—not just mine, but those of the women who came before me. The ancestral line, the collective wound.

This full moon wasn’t just about letting go—it was about remembering.

Remembering our strength. Our softness. Our truth. Our right to feel, to speak, to rise.

The timing was no accident. Under that pink-lit sky, I felt the old stories shedding like layers of skin. The feminine rising—not in force, but in grace. It’s time.