Come Home to Rest.
A year-long restorative residency for six women.
I grew up in a home where there was always an extra place at the table for one or many. My brother and I gave up our rooms countless times without a thought and it wasn't uncommon for kids to be sleeping on the floor in every room. Making people feel at home was priority where I come from and, I believe, is the reason why we always had guests. Feeling welcomed feels great.
Some of my happiest memories are wrapped up in that feeling—that home could be a joyous refuge for both family and stranger. A place where people were welcomed just as they were.
Over the years, my love of hospitality has taken a back burner because of Life, but The Garden Rest Collective is my way of opening that door again and inviting YOU in.
Welcome.
~THE GARDEN REST COLLECTIVE~
There Is Another Way to Rest
Most of us know how to take a vacation, but few of us know how to truly rest. We leave for a weekend only to return just as tired because we never fully entered into rest. And so, for many, vacations and travel are just as stressful as work/home life. Inherently, our bodies and minds yearn for true rest- the kind our bodies know we need, but our busy minds resist. The fact remains, if we want to feel well, we must rest.
A Year at the Garden
Each year, six women are invited into a gentle rhythm of restoration.
As a Garden Resident, you'll receive:
- Three private two-night stays throughout the year
- A cozy guest room prepared just for you
- Homemade meals and simple hospitality
- Space to sleep, read, create, wander, journal, pray, or simply be
- Gentle yoga or nervous system support if desired
- A peaceful home and garden designed for slowing down
These weekends are intentionally unhurried. There is no itinerary. No pressure. No expectation that you become a "better version" of yourself. Only an invitation to remember who you are beneath the noise and rest.
This Isn't Luxury. It's something much older. it's communion with self and nature and it's what our bodies and minds yearn most for. true rest.
“When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free” - Wendell Berry