I didn’t realize how loud my mind had become until I allowed it to be quiet.

This summer, I gifted myself a few days of deep rest. I joined a meditation retreat at La Bessayrie, a serene and soulful location in the heart of the French countryside. From the moment I arrived, I felt something soften. The land exhaled, and so did I.

La Bessayrie is held with care by its warm-hearted owners, Steven and Mira. Their kindness is woven into every corner of the space. Their dog Polette wandered peacefully through the garden, grounding us with her quiet presence. Everything about this place felt calm and natural. It reminded me that beauty can be soft. That deep rest lives in simplicity.

Our days began early. At seven in the morning, we gathered together to meditate for many hours each day. There were no distractions, just presence and breath.

Johan, from Corneli Health Center, guided us with intuitive grace. He spoke only when needed and when he did, it felt like receiving exactly what our hearts needed. He also has a rare gift for adding music to his meditations. The sounds he chose held us, moved us, and opened something within. We went deeper. We loved harder. We cried louder. It was just wonderful.

Between sessions, we shared nourishing meals prepared with thoughtful attention. The food was fresh and full of flavor. We ate while enjoying breathtaking views of rolling green hills and soft light that shifted like a painting.

After each meditation, we felt a deep need to connect. Though words were few, the sense of being together was strong. We sat closer, lingered longer, and shared a quiet presence that was both grounding and uplifting.

The first day, my thoughts clung to me. Stories, discomfort, restlessness. But slowly, something inside began to let go. My body softened. My breath deepened. My nervous system remembered how to be still. I did not feel transformed. I felt returned.

Since coming home, I move more slowly. I listen more deeply. My mornings feel different. I no longer chase clarity. I wait for it. And it comes.

This is the gift of meditation. Not answers. But space. Not noise. But truth. Not perfection. But presence.

R E S È T was born from this place. The place beneath the noise. The place where softness becomes strength and stillness becomes a way forward. This retreat reminded me why I created it. It reminded me what really matters.