When Was the Last Time You Slept on the Earth?

When was the last time you truly disconnected… and let the earth hold you?

This past week, living in my old community in Sweden, I’ve been sleeping on mossy ground, letting the earth draw out densities that have been stored in my system after a year of multiple journeys with grief, overwhelm, and expansion.

It’s no secret our society is more anxious, stressed, and disconnected than ever before.

Recently, in a mentor session with the mega-wise Witch Janine Ma-Ree, she asked me: 

“When was the last time you slept on the earth?”

Since humans stopped sleeping on the earth, we’ve lost one of our greatest support systems. 

Just as the earth composts food waste, she too can compost our emotions. Our bodies’ physical contact with the ground literally helps this alchemy occur.

Being back at my old home and self-development community, Ängsbacka, is a deep journey of remembering.

The sacred focal point here is bringing people to the realisation of who and what we really are beyond all thoughts and concepts.

Which is why the internet doesn’t flow easily here, the present moment is a palpable invitation (and party) that’s hard to miss, especially for an extrovert like me.

When we disconnect from the outside world, our routines, the people we see, our work, even our usual food, we are stripped back to a version of ourselves that is essentially a blank slate.

From that blankness, we can ask:

✨ Do I wholeheartedly agree with the version of me I am living as?
✨ Am I truly on a path aligned with who I am?

For me, the answer is clear.

 In recent years I have poured myself fully into my work, my Dharma.

 It has been a true blessing, this path gives me joy, gratitude, and pride beyond measure, something I know many people long for.

Yet, in this space of blankness, I can feel the parts of myself I have neglected.

The little girl who wants to wander the forest picking berries with no timeline.

The wild woman who wants to wake with the sun and birds, no alarm, no to-do list.

I don’t know exactly what this means yet. 

But I am grateful for this insight. 

It’s another layer of honesty in my relationship with myself, my aliveness, my compass for who and what I am becoming…

Because we are always in our becoming.

What’s more, being here again awakens in me the realization of how much it means to me to belong. To be known and seen, it is an essential need of all humans.

One thing I find myself challenged by at Ängsbacka is its vastness. 

In just two weeks there is simply no possibility of knowing and being known by the hundreds of workers and participants.

And this reminded me of another reason why I created retreats.

The intimacy of a retreat or group journey 
✨ Being with the same group of people.
✨ Journeying together through the same experiences.
✨ Creating a container where we truly see and are seen.

It brings the element of belonging that is so transformational on the journey of radical self-love.

Essentially, it's exactly why I created Pussy Palace Vacation.

It’s not just a retreat, it’s a sacred pause. 

A chance to step out of your usual life, let the static fall away, and return to yourself with a new level of clarity, softness, and pleasure.

There are two Pussy Palace Vacations coming up:

From August 20–24 in the Swedish forest, we’ll create a field of presence together. The kind that allows you to meet yourself again. The kind that lets you remember what’s truly yours, and release everything else.

And 12th - 16th Feb 2026 in Venus Bay Australia for the origional Aussie edition

If your body is aching for that reset… your place is waiting.

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