WEEKEND FOR ONE

A weekend in the wilderness developed just for you.

Perhaps you’ve always wondered about the magic of the outback, what it feels like to slow down with no one else around, just the gums and banksias and the crickets and the birds, endless skies and horizons and a billion stars overhead. You’ve wanted to go, but knew no one in the know, well now you do.

Perhaps you’ve always loved the bush, loved to camp, to hike, to fish, to watch the fire, to lose thoughts to the flames. Or you’ve never been ‘out there’ and have a deep sense of knowing it would be great for you or the curiosity to experience it first hand. It’s just that some things have changed and all the responsibilities of a weekend away are yours to take care of. Every last little detail, the prep, the packing, the drive, the set-up, the food, the kids’ safety, your partner’s comfort and then there’s yourself and your enjoyment. Stolen moments. But that’s not the way it was supposed to be.

Sound like you? Send me a message.

I know your time is the most precious resource you have.

You work hard, achieve so much and dedicate most of your waking life to the goals of your business, to the success of your career, to secure a future for yourself and your loved ones.

It’s the way life is and has become, maybe the way it’s always been. But this is your life.

Your commitment to everyone else is part of your sacrifice, and there’s honour, pride and integrity in all of that.

And what about you?

This is after all your time, this is your life, this is your lived experience. And it ain’t no fucking dress rehearsal.

It isn’t, is it?

WEEKEND FOR ONE

A weekend in the wilderness developed just for you.

Sound like you? Send me a message.

I know your time is the most precious resource you have.

You work hard, achieve so much and dedicate most of your waking life to the goals of your business, to the success of your career, to secure a future for yourself and your loved ones.

It’s the way life is and has become, maybe the way it’s always been. But this is your life.

Your commitment to everyone else is part of your sacrifice, and there’s honour, pride and integrity in all of that.

And what about you?

This is after all your time, this is your life, this is your lived experience. And it ain’t no fucking dress rehearsal.

It isn’t, is it?

I get it. I’ve been there, been here, more times than I care to remember, and truth is, chasing down my dreams for my own future, there’s a fair to reasonable chance I will be here again.

But these days I know what ‘here’ looks like and what to do when I arrive at this place.

Go quiet, slow down, let go, get present, release the pressure, remove the stressors (even just for a weekend). Stop, reset, feel, forget, and remember how to be still in the storm. Remember that in 1, 10 or 100 years it won’t actually fucking matter. None of this, none of that.

Take me to wild open spaces. Tell me what you need.

A weekend with me offers a harbour in the storm, designed to be…

All your own.
Slow, Slower.
Comfortable, curious, challenging and contained.
Simple. Safe. Silly and serious.

What it’s not.

No team, no off-site, no partners, no children, no pets, no chores, no work, no normal responsibilities in mind or in sight. Just simple things, nourishing time, nourishing food, a fire, followed by restful sleep in unique natural places where there are no shops, no street lights, no rules, no where to be and nothing to do.

Unless you want to. There’s lots we can do.

Or not.

Can you picture three days that are all yours? Let’s start planning them.

The Experience

Just three days and two nights, longer if you want, to spend doing whatever you feel like or nothing at all.

I pick you up Friday morning after your team WIP or executive insight. Everyone’s primed and you’re free. The fridge is full of all your favourite things and you’re free as a bird, to just let go and be.

I drive, you talk when you want to, I listen and hear. We go where we planned and stop as needed. There’s no rush on the road.

By nightfall, we’ve landed, the fire’s crackling, there’s food in your belly, the sounds of the wild world surround us. Sleep comes easily when it does. And tomorrow is a brand new day.

We wake when you want, we sit in silence, let the sleep leave our eyes and the new dawn delight us. I already know how you like your day to start, what your coffee looks and tastes like, how breakfast should be served. I’m not your servant, but I’m here to serve you. This is your time.

Welcome to your world, welcome to your time, welcome to your life, welcome to your presence.