At the end of every season, we are called back home.

Not to a place on a map —
but to the quiet altar within our own cells.

Our SPINE 2-hour Restorative with Massage is not simply a class.
It is a returning.
A remembering.
A soft unraveling back into yourself.

This is a ritual I live each day.

Every morning, I step out of my little yellow cottage of Soleil and walk the graveled river we created with our hands — a shimmering path leading to my purple Casita Majia - Opal Luna's Cottage, tucked inside my Enchanted Garden.

That path is not gravel.
It is memory.
It is ocean.
It is lineage.

Casita Majia was born from La Isla del Encanto — Puerto Rico, my Borikén.

My Papi built a humble wooden shack on his land in Moca, that blew away with Maria.
I grew up writing my name in the sand at Crash Boat Beach, watching the waves carry pieces of me into the horizon. Sometimes it feels like those waves are still carrying my name — reminding me that nothing true is ever lost.

Every morning, I greet the ground beneath my feet, knowing it is a different land.
I honor the soil where I have chosen to grow new roots.
And I whisper gratitude to the ocean that connects this land to my familia’s land.

When Soleil kisses my face here, I know it is the same Sun kissing my family back home.

And along my path, there are hidden tokens everywhere.

The planted Banan Trees upon your arrival thru our gates.
The painted waves embracing Casita Majia.
The aqua-green stairs echoing Caribbean waters.
The hidden blue beneath the floors honoring Crash Boat.
The high ceilings that breathe like mountain air.
The windows that mirror the glass house my cousin built in the hills of Puerto Rico.
The wooden textures that carry the spirit of Papi’s casita.
The hugs upon arrival and departures. The bendiciones /blessings. The way we hold one another's space in our classes.

Nothing here is accidental.
Everything is woven with intention. Yes, just like Bad Bunny's story telling.

Casita Majia is a portal.
A bridge between islands.
A sanctuary where memory becomes medicine.

I open that portal for you.

Through our Restorative with Massage, you are invited to soften, to be cradled, to return home to your breath — to the sacred rhythm pulsing inside your bones.

To be nurtured.
To be loved.
To remember who you are.

And if your spirit feels curious about the Enchanted Island…
If you long to immerse yourself in its magic, its stories, its sacred waters…

We still have space in our Earth Day Retreat, where we celebrate the Earth of my homeland
April 22–27.

Come walk the river.
Come feel the Sun.
Come remember. 🌊🌞🌺✨