There is something primal that happens when men gather in the wild. When the distractions fall away. When the noise of the world fades into the crackling of an open fire.
When the air is thick with the scent of pine, and the only agenda is presence. This is not a retreat. This is a return.
A return to something ancient.
To something buried under the weight of modern life.
To the medicine of men in nature.
Three nights deep in the Swedish wilderness.
A magical lake.
Dense forests.
Long summer days where the sun barely sets.
Wild game cooked over an open fire.
Fishing on still waters.
Piping hot wood-fired sauna.
Hiking through untouched terrain.
Masculine practice. Challenge. Deep discussion.
Healing. Integration. Nights around the fire.
You will leave different than you came.