The divine feminine has a home address, and it sits about 9,000 feet up in Peru's Sacred Valley.

The Andean people call her Pachamama: Earth, time, and the whole living world in one holy name. She is the creative force that raises mountains, carves rivers, feeds harvests, and sends storms. She is fertile in every sense of the word, and she answers to no one.

That same force lives in you. Some women give birth to children. Some give birth to movements, businesses, books, art, revolutions, and whole new versions of themselves. The divine feminine is the power to create, protect, burn down what needs burning, and begin again. This retreat is where you plug back into it.

For seven days in May, we live in her lap: a private mountainside sanctuary above the Sacred Valley, ours alone for the week. Open-air practice spaces hang over the Andes. Gardens grow straight out of the earth. At night the Milky Way pours across the peaks. The Inca called it Mayu, the celestial river, mirror of the Urubamba flowing below.

As above, so below. You will feel it in your bones.

The week is alchemy, built on the three worlds of Andean cosmology. The Serpent rules the world below: roots, shadow, the old skin we are ready to shed. The Puma rules this world: muscle, courage, appetite, the power to act. The Condor rules the world above: vision, spirit, the long view from the high winds. We descend. We rise. We take flight.

And make no mistake: this is yoga for the resistance. When the world asks this much of us, rest is radical, joy is defiance, and community is how we win. We go to Pachamama to refill the well, so we can come home and keep showing up for what we love.

Come solo, or bring your person. Men are welcome and will find themselves in excellent company, because this retreat is unapologetically pro-woman, pro-earth, and pro-liberation.

The Andean world has three layers, and every one of them is alive.

Ukhu Pacha, the world below, belongs to the Serpent. This is the realm of roots, seeds, ancestors, and everything buried. The Serpent teaches us to shed. Our first days are earthy and deep: an offering to Pachamama, the heat and darkness of the temazcal, practice that drops you down into your hips, your belly, your history. Whatever skin you've outgrown, you leave it here.

Kay Pacha, this world, belongs to the Puma. This is the realm of bodies, appetites, courage, and action. The Puma teaches us to move with power. Mid-week we walk sacred terrain, get our hands in clay, feast, laugh, and practice strong. Mother's Day lands right here, in the heart of the world we live in.

Hanan Pacha, the world above, belongs to the Condor. This is the realm of spirit, stars, and vision. The Condor teaches us to see the long view. Our final days rise into sound, stillness, and fire beneath the Andean night sky, where you name what you are carrying home.

Descend. Rise. Fly. That's the alchemy.

Pachamama is the divine feminine in her wildest form.

In the Andes, she is the creative force behind every mountain, river, harvest, and storm. She is lover, warrior, healer, and destroyer, and she lives in every one of us.

Some women give birth to children. Some give birth to movements. Some give birth to businesses, studios, books, art, and revolutions. All of it is sacred creation, and all of it gets honored here: in practice, in ceremony, and at a long, joyful table.

Your hosts are proudly childfree baddies who pour their creative fire into teaching, travel, and making good trouble. Bring whatever you're birthing next. We'll bring the fire.

This retreat is for the ones in the middle of becoming.

You can feel an old version of yourself loosening its grip. You want space: real, wide, mountain-sized space to think a whole thought, feel what you've been postponing, and hear your own voice again.

This is a yoga retreat for the resistance. It's for the organizers, marchers, teachers, caregivers, voters, and truth-tellers who have been carrying the fight and feel the well running low. Rest is resistance. Joy is resistance. Community is resistance. We come to the mountains to restore what the work takes from us, so we can go home and keep fighting for what we love, louder.

You love a strong morning practice and a long dinner conversation about how we want to live and what the world needs from us. You travel to understand a place, and you want your spiritual life to have a spine.

Artists. Activists. Entrepreneurs. Teachers. Creators, rebels, and chosen family. Seekers at a crossroads. First-timers and DDY lifers.

If you feel the pull, trust it. The Andes call loudly.

For centuries, the Andean people have treated this valley as holy ground. The mountains are Apus, protector spirits with names and personalities. The river is a living being. The land itself is part of every prayer.

Spend a week here and your nervous system recalibrates. The altitude sharpens your senses. The silence has texture. Breath becomes deliberate, and movement becomes devotion. Yoga stops being something you do and becomes something you live inside.

Around every bend: Inca terraces, stone pathways walked for centuries, market colors that rearrange your idea of color, and a living tradition of gratitude to the Earth that we are honored to witness and learn from.

People arrive expecting a beautiful retreat. They leave with perspective.

That's the DDY trifecta, and it travels with us to Peru.

We get quiet so we can get loud. We practice yoga as liberation and as resistance, travel with respect for the people and land who host us, and gather a group of thoughtful, curious, big-hearted humans who make every meal feel like a salon.

What people remember most is the company: the conversations, the laughter, the friendships that outlast the trip. Chosen family, every time.

This retreat is led by Shelley Carroll, founder of Dancing Dogs Yoga in Atlanta and DDY Travels.

Shelley has taught yoga since 2010, trains teachers around the world, and has taught on six continents, leading DDY travelers from the Galápagos to Morocco to the Croatian coast. She is an unapologetic feminist and spiritual activist who once coordinated legal observers for the ACLU of Georgia, and she teaches yoga, activism, and social justice as one inseparable practice.

Her classes are grounded, smart, funny, and deeply human, rooted in the five elements of earth, water, fire, air, and space. Her job on this trip is to hold the container. Pachamama handles the rest.

Shelley believes travel, practice, and community can change how we see the world, and how boldly we choose to live in it.

When you book a DDY Travels retreat, we immediately commit real money on your behalf: your room, your meals, your guides, your ceremonies, your transfers. Our partners require payment far in advance, and most of those payments cannot be recovered. That is why all retreat payments are non-refundable, and why travel insurance is required. Please read every word of this before you book.

Touch down in Cusco and ride our group transfer down into the Sacred Valley, where the mountains close around you like a pair of arms. Settle into your room, breathe the thin bright air, and join us for an opening circle as the light goes gold on the peaks. Welcome dinner under the first stars.

The Serpent lives in the world below, among roots, seeds, and ancestors, and that's where we begin. An Andean offering ceremony honors Pachamama, weaving gratitude and intention into a gift for the Earth. Afternoon practice drops you low and slow: hips, belly, spine, breath. Tonight you name the skin you came here to shed.

Heat, steam, darkness, and prayer. Today we enter the temazcal, the womb of the Earth and the closest thing to a rebirth you can book. Crawl in carrying the old skin. Walk out without it. We spend the rest of the day soft, slow, and wide open, because new skin is tender.

The Serpent sheds and keeps moving. A sinuous, undulating morning practice wakes the spine and teaches you to move like water. The afternoon belongs to integration: journal, wander the gardens, nap, or claim your massage. By dinner, you'll feel the difference in your body before you can put it into words.

In your new skin, the Puma rises. A guided hike through ancient pathways and terraced hillsides puts power back in your legs and air in your lungs. In the afternoon, we gather on a terrace above the valley with clay and color and make something wild with the hands that carried so much. Long-table dinner, big laughs.

We take flight. A deep sound bath washes through the body and quiets the mind. At nightfall, we circle the fire under the Andean sky and burn the skins we shed this week, then speak aloud what we're claiming next. Final night, full hearts, a sky full of stars.

One last breakfast with your chosen family, and group transfers back to Cusco. Or extend the magic: our optional Machu Picchu pilgrimage begins right here. Details on extensions coming soon.