Barefoot, Unplugged, and Wild Retreat

Barefoot, Unplugged, and Wild Retreat





When: July 20-23 2017
Where: Eminence, Missouri

The energy of this place is wildly electric and at the same time peaceful and calm. Wild horses behave so differently from domestic horses–and to have the opportunity in the midwest to observe them is breathtaking and life-changing. Your skin will prickle with excitement as you stand in the field with them.

Their energy is boundless and palpable.

They’re wild, so there is no touching or getting close to them like domestic horses, but they are accustomed to human presence and allow us a glimpse into their life. They give permission to stand nearby and feel their magnificence.


The farmhouse we’re staying in has a trail on the property that the horses have trodden. Just a short way down the dirt road from the house is the field they frequent where they often sleep and graze at dawn and dusk.

This will be a completely unplugged weekend. You can check in with your family daily, but I ask that your phone is nowhere near you during the retreat. In my personal life, I unplug once a week for twenty-four hours. The lessons and energies that integrate during that time are profound and I want you to experience this level of connection with the earth, the animals, and the energies present.

The food will be delicious, completely gluten free, homemade from scratch by my husband, Phil. Trust me when I say you haven’t had food this fabulous anywhere else.

We’ll have nightly guided meditations around the campfire. Intuitively, I’ll lead a spirit journey with the wild horses after we’ve seen them in person where they will share their medicine with us, bring us messages from the spirit realm, and allow us to share in the feeling of complete freedom.






We will enter into ceremony to create our own medicine drums.

My process is traditional and also unique and allows you to create very specific intentions for your personal medicine drum. We will soak the hides and lacing in a unique way, set intentions and put them into the drums, and we will create and birth these with our own hands while in the energy of the wild horses.

With an energy modality I learned in Sedona from a woman who works with the energy vortexes there, I will lead you in capturing the energy from Eminence and the wild horses to carry with you wherever you may roam. It never leaves you and you need only access it.


We will create the drums while connecting with Mother Earth.

We will have a drum circle and a special time of drumming that is called a drum wash. Each person is placed in the center while the others encircle her. We drum the unique song of each person while inviting in the four directions, Mother Earth, Father Sky, the ancestors, and all our relations. This powerful ceremony brings all of our medicines to the circle. The feeling you receive from this drum wash will never leave you.



Each day, we will be led in Wild Soul Movement by Christine Juckett.

Wild Soul Movement melts away everything that’s ever made you feel wrong, ashamed, less than, or unsafe in your sacred body. It’s not about working out, it’s about working in.

Wild Soul Movement is a grounded and loving practice designed to get you out of your head and into your body. Together we will redefine the rules, expectations, culture and conditioning that have separated you from your body.

This is a path to power, trust and freedom within. It’s the permission and stability you’ve been craving. The journey of being a woman, falling in love with our bodies, and owning our power is not something that can be done alone.

This is a sacred space where any woman can find and be herself. It all starts here, with a strong community of women who are brave enough to stand up and say yes to a new way.

Our first session will be, “Less control, more magic.”

Christine will intuitively choose the daily sessions for the remainder of our time together.

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During one of our days, we’ll make dreamcatchers.

Big or small, simple or elaborate, colorful or monotone, it’s up to you. Your dreamcatcher will reflect your desires and your time at this retreat.

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Leanna Dalton will lead us in creating a Soul Painting. No experience necessary. This is a freeing and healing artistic endeavor that comes from your inner knowing. It’s letting go. It’s freedom. We will be instructed on the power of the heart energy and how to connect to this energy before we start the painting. Not only will we learn some important information about the human condition, but will learn to express freely and begin to see a part of us on canvas that we never knew was even there. Leanna will gently guide us throughout the class.

There will also be opportunity to drive a short distance to observe the wild elk herds. They are a sight to behold! Their power and energy are also big and grand. If you’ve never seen a herd in the wild, you’re in for a special treat. 


The authentic soul connections you will create at this retreat will astound you. The depth to which we will connect is limitless. I am holding space for you, for your freedom, your rest, your relaxation, and your time of transformation here. You will gain a new and powerful deepening of yourself at this retreat. Your confidence will soar with the eagles–which, by the way, we might catch a glimpse of in Eminence.


Your registration includes all homemade, from scratch, gluten free meals–dinner Thursday, three meals a day Friday and Saturday, and brunch on Sunday plus snacks and beverages. Registration also includes lodging, drum making supplies, and Wild Movement sessions. You will be completely taken care of!

When:  July 20-23, 2017
Where: Eminence, Missouri
Investment: $950
Registration closes July 8, 2017

Attendance is limited to 8 women,

You can fly into St. Louis. We will work with you to get from St. Louis to Eminence. Details regarding location of the farmhouse and other information will be discussed individually.

Please contact me as soon as possible if you are joining us. Email or Facebook me.

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Let Your Spirit Shine

My husband asked, “Why now?”

I don’t have an answer for him. Maybe because they’re all dead or closer to death than they’ve ever been–all the people I thought should’ve protected me back then. Maybe because I’ve lived long enough to understand grace and forgiveness? I don’t know why all of this gunk from my past is bubbling up now. Maybe because writing didn’t help, it only suppressed and allowed survival and maybe painting allows me to fully live? Maybe because clearing the dysfunctional relationships from my life has allowed me to stop being dysfunctional myself and has cleared the way for real healing?

All of that? None of it. I don’t know.

I’m reading a couple of books on healing. I’m about halfway through both. I’m taking it slow on purpose.

Burning my journals was a huge step for me.



But then I took it a step further.

I took part in my own private Ash Wednesday ceremony on a different day of the week. This same day I had this overwhelming realization. I don’t think God care which day I did this or who put the ashes on my forehead or even that the ashes weren’t from the palm fronds of the previous year.

They were the ashes from years of misery and suffering.



I put them on my forehead and prayed for the redemption of those years.

I sprinkled them on my painting. Rubbed them in. Moved them with my fingers and my brush so they’d become part of a new creation. A beautiful creation born of suffering.

The Spirit of the Lord God is on Me,
because the Lord has anointed Me
to bring good news to the poor.
He has sent Me to heal the brokenhearted,
to proclaim liberty to the captives
and freedom to the prisoners;
to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor,
and the day of our God’s vengeance;
to comfort all who mourn,
to provide for those who mourn in Zion;
to give them a crown of beauty instead of ashes,
festive oil instead of mourning,
and splendid clothes instead of despair.
And they will be called righteous trees,
planted by the Lord
to glorify Him.

Beauty instead of ashes.

It’s the cry of my spirit.

The Art of Listening

The first instance came between a death and the anniversary of a death. It arrived the day between these two days like a seedling popping up through the frosted ground.

Strong emotions are a burden to me. They’re foreign and messy. I’d rather be doing anything than sorting through them–even cleaning my toilets.  I was already feeling the sting of empathy for my sister-in-law who lost her father to cancer. I needed to get to her, to just be with her, and a stupid blizzard stopped me. The umpteenth blizzard this winter. My brother couldn’t be with her because he drives a city plow. I had to wait and it was awful.

It was in a box with many other gifts. “The Santa Brigade” came to us on January 7–God’s perfect timing. I didn’t know I’d slipped up, but I did. I don’t remember what or when I said something, but I mentioned only having small stockings for Christmas at our house because several photo shoots canceled at the last minute and I had been counting on them for gifts. Then this came–with an explanation that I’d helped raise money for people who needed it over the holiday season when I wasn’t putting gifts under our own tree.

I cried a lot. Phil cried when he opened the check that “tires” in the memo. Zane was thrilled. Everything in the box was so thoughtful, every gift meant something.

This was in there, too. This Visual Prayer of my word for 2014. Painted and prayed over by a woman with an overflowing plate full of a season, while hosting an orphan from overseas who doesn’t even speak English, yet, there was time for her to paint and pray.


I went to be with my brother and sister-in-law twice. The second time, just hours before her father’s memorial service, one of their best friends died unexpectedly, and I stayed longer.

I made it home for two days and another blizzard threatened to make plans difficult, which meant I had to leave sooner than first anticipated for a trip  with my friend, the one who made the first piece of art.

And then another piece of art came 36 days later.  I received it while in the presence of the woman who created the first piece of art for me, it from a woman who was used by God to give me a message about my mother’s death before I knew she was dying. A woman I spent a weekend with days before mom passed on. A woman who has prayed for me like none other.



The first thing I noticed was how much these two women pray for me. The second is that I had spent considerable time with both of the women who created art for me, and the woman who put together The Santa Brigade–well, she has consistently gifted me with heartfelt art painted by her hand *and* she shares my mom’s birthday. I noticed that this all seemed to be near to people I love passing away. I noticed that I actually had women in my life who weren’t haven’t run away, even through some very ugly messes. And then I noticed that there are other women not mentioned in this story who have not run away.

Then I tried to figure out what I was supposed to hear in all of this. What is it that I’m supposed to listen to?

I don’t have the answer.



I’m not good at not having answers. It’s about as uncomfortable as messy emotions are.

I’m also as good at listening as I am dealing with emotional issues. I don’t relate to many women, and the fact that right now, there are so very many that I can call on for support? It’s mind-boggling. All this death-art-emotion-friend-woman-love stuff jumbled up and spinning around my brain is exhausting.

I am loved

I love these women

and I am supposed to listen

but to what?