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A Recess for the Soul at Ocean Shores

Every summer, without fail, my partner and I make a sacred pilgrimage to Ocean Shores—a ritual escape carved into our calendar not just as a vacation, but as a soul retrieval. This time, we chose Collins Inn Resort near Damon Point, tucked quietly away from the more congested areas. The cabins here don’t just offer shelter—they offer sanctuary. Cozy, intimate, and held in a hush of stillness that no hotel lobby can replicate.

The air that day was thick with mystery—dusty and veiled like a scene from a dreamscape. You could barely see the shoreline, but the ocean still made her presence known. Bold. Brazen. Beautiful. You didn’t need sight to feel her—she roared like a sermon and hummed like a heartbeat.

We watched horses trace the edges of the tide, their hooves kicking up stories in the sand. I brought out my Native American flute, its notes floating over the waves like a prayer. We ran. We jumped rope. We cartwheeled. We did yoga in the mist. We remembered our breath.

For those of us who hold space for others—healers, caregivers, community guides—there must be sacred moments where we are held by the earth. This was one of those moments. A living exhale. A necessary Recess from the intensity of leadership and service. A return to play, presence, and power.

Ocean Shores didn’t just clear our minds—it recalibrated our nervous systems. It whispered truths that no meeting or milestone could ever deliver. And in that whisper, I was reminded: Recess isn’t just a break. It’s a remembering.

If you find yourself searching for more than rest—if you’re seeking renewal, reclamation, or a reminder of who you are beyond your titles—I invite you to explore what we do in community. There are techniques to this kind of Recess. There’s a rhythm to restoration. And maybe, just maybe, your own healing begins with a single barefoot step in the sand.

—Written by a nervous system whisperer, community weaver, and lifelong student of the...

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