yoga and meditation retreat in new zealand
Wild Heart Retreat · Aotea
Aotea, Great Barrier Island, New Zealand · February 2027 · 3, 5 or 7 Days
You arrive to a welcome tea ceremony and fifty acres of private forest above the Pacific.
A waterfall and swimming hole below. Ocean ahead.
"I came to Rebecca's retreat at exactly the right moment. I experienced real growth that weekend — everything was right, from the accommodation and meals to the programme. Most of all, the women who were there. Strong, loving, and real. Friendships that stayed."
– GLENDA, AUCKLAND
testimonial
OVERVIEWThe house — built from native Kauri timber with traditional Japanese joinery by a family who has tended this land for generations — holds you from the moment you step inside. Every detail was carried here with intention. You feel it.
Four double rooms, a bunk room, a Japanese tatami room, and two separate cabins. Spring water. Solar power. Meals prepared by islanders from local produce — eaten together in the oceanview dining room or outside in the forest.
Morning meditation, yoga, Qoya ceremony, island excursions, shared meals, time alone on the water. Kayaks available. Massage can be arranged on site. Each day takes its shape from what is alive in the group.
Some people have three days to step fully out of their life. Some have five to go further in. Some choose seven — knowing they'll want two days at the end with no agenda, to let what happened actually land.
retreat Details
december 2026
Next Dates
Trip Duration
3, 5 or 7 days
Pricing
3 Days
Shared Room
$tbc
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Private Room
Camping
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5 Days
7 Days
$tbc
Private Room
$tbc
Shared Room
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Camping
$tbc
Private Room
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Shared Room
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Camping
What’s Included
1
Accommodation across your chosen duration
Welcome tea ceremony on arrival
2
Daily movement, yoga nidra, and Qoya ceremony
3
Meals prepared by islanders from local produce
4
Island excursions and kayak access
5
Massage available on site (arranged separately)
6
I DIDN’T COME TO THIS WORK THROUGH TRAINING.
I came through loss. Through not fitting anywhere. Through the kind of childhood that leaves you fluent in shame before anything else.
What I found — slowly, and then all at once — is that the wound is also the door.