Follow the Siren's Song: The Story Behind My Embodied Feminine Retreat

Stefanie Nicolaou
6 days ago
5 min read

It all started for me about six or seven years ago, in my own personal quest of connecting to my body.

But not in a cliché way like; “oh, let’s connect with the body.” I mean really, really finding ways to embody myself, and remember how it actually feels to live life and navigate life from the space where my body has a say.

What I discovered in my quest, or more like what I experienced was the begging of my feminine embodiment retreat but I didn't know it just yet.

The place where I felt most alive, most unapologetically in my human vessel, without thinking my way, without restricting my movements, without objectifying or labelling myself, was nature.

Especially when I was naked in nature.

Now, before you go “oh, it’s naked, it’s not for me”, bear with me.

Because nakedness is symbolic. It’s the unfolding of the pure soul in full expression. Clothes or no clothes become irrelevant when you’ve touched that place within.

Nature became my church. It called me louder than any loud voice.

I remember being by the river or the sea and just feeling this deep longing to connect, not just to the landscape, but to myself throug the landscape. It felt like like something inside me would say: “Take your clothes off. Jump in.” And even if it wasn’t a "nudist beach" or a naked spot, I’d trust that I was protected. I’d jump into the water and meet myself there, like a little kid being purified (baptised).

Over time, I just started following these little sparks in my heart. They’d guide me to take the car and go to these sacred, sacred spaces. And every time I did, I’d come back charged. Not like “oh I feel relaxed,” but deeply, soulfully charged. Like I’d drunk ten coffees or had the best sleep of my life, but better. I was charged from the inside out.

Returning to the Body through Nature: The Root of an Embodied Feminine Retreat

Through this journey, I came to see that our disconnection from nature is equal to our disconnection from our body.

Nature helps us remember. Not the kind of nature that’s been domesticated or tamed, but raw, untouched, alive nature. That’s where we find the codes to return to that pure space inside ourselves. And then a dialogue begins… nature and body, body and nature. The way I treat my body is the way I treat nature.

I started to ask myself:

What am I putting in my body?

Not just food, but thoughts, emotions. How do I let them flow? Do they stagnate? Or move like a river?

Nature became my experiential teacher, through imprints that changed the way I live and the way I am.

And when I started to share these experiences with friends, it was like a vortex opened. Even if they were skeptical at first, they’d get pulled in. Because the magnet of the mother - the feminine - calls us in. And when we say yes, something opens. We dive deeper into ourselves. Into our authenticity, our faithfulness, our expression.

The more I shared it, the more amplified it became. Until I reached the point where I said:

I have to share this. This is not mine to keep.

So I started a project I called Wild Beauty. It was an exploration, a living experiment of the relationship between earth and body, and how raw, wild nature awakens remembrance in us. Especially in how we relate to our bodies.

Earth, matter, body - they become equal.

In the process of experimenting with Wild Beauty, I held a few small containers. I guided women gently into that space. Then life moved me into another season; pregnancy, birth, motherhood but recently, I felt the calling rise again. It was perhaps my 'duty' to embody what I would love for my children to learn.

I said: Yes, I’m going to bring Wild Beauty to the world. I’m going to create a retreat.

But the moment I said it, something felt off. I knew: It’s not Wild Beauty anymore.

So I asked: Then what is it?

And the word started showing up everywhere:

Sirens. Sirens. Sirens.

At first I thought, What do sirens have to do with any of this?

But I know my creative process. I know how Spirit wants to manifest through me. And I’ve learned: the moment I say yes to becoming the channel for something bigger than myself, I get initiated into the very thing I’m meant to share.

So I was put through the fire; limiting beliefs, self-doubt, fears of unworthiness, huge leaps into the unknown. And through that process, Sirens were born.

Every time I’d go to the sea, I’d get these huge downloads; ancient codes, questions, visions. And eventually I understood:

Sirens is not a word.

It’s a vibration that activates through water.

I am water.

Water is nature.

And it hit me; his is the earth calling us to remember. To become her voice.

When a woman is deeply connected to her womb, she feels nature.

Because she is nature.

She is nurtured by the mother, guided by the mother, creates through the mother and as mother.

It’s an ancient feminine mystery. A road map. A vibration that’s taken many forms through the ages; Atlantis, Lemuria, Isis, Mary Magdalene, Aphrodite...but the essence is the same. And now, we’re being called to embody it in a contemporary way.

This is not a one-size-fits-all technique.

Each woman must be initiated through her own vessel.

Sirens is the remembrance of the divine feminine and her sacred union with the masculine. And yes, the word has been twisted over time. We’ve been told the siren is seductive, dangerous, deadly. But that’s not the truth.

The feminine is powerful, because she opens; both as a worrioress and a creatress.