Caldera Retreat 2026: What Five Days in Idaho Actually Looks Like

 
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Caldera retreat Idaho. Yoga Nidra retreat. River Writing retreat. Writing and yoga retreat 2026. I've been leading this retreat since 2016, and the question I get most often is a simple one: what actually happens there?

After more than 25 years teaching yoga and Yoga Nidra, I've learned that the best answer isn't a description of the practices. It's a description of the day. Because the rhythm is the medicine.

Here's what five days at the Caldera Retreat August 27–31, 2026, Harriman State Park, Idaho actually looks like.

The Morning: Movement, Breath, and Big Sky

8:00 am — Morning movement on the lawn.
Breath work, gentle yoga poses, Kouk Son Do, a slow energy movement practice, walking and seated meditation. We greet the four directions. Sometimes the deer are still in the field while we move.

9:00 am — Breakfast together.
Amy May prepares the food. I'll say this plainly: it's some of the most thoughtfully curated, spiritually considered food I've encountered at any retreat. You'll understand when you taste it.

River Writing: The Truest Thing You Can Say Right Now

10:00 am – 11:30 am — River Writing at the Scoville Center.
Eleven-minute writing sessions. No judgment, no praise, no apology. Just the truest thing you can say in that moment. We are not writing to publish.

Then we read to each other without preface, without caveat. And the group listens without comment. Just witness. At the end, the only thing we say is: thank you.

What comes out of that table every single year is some of the most honest, most beautiful, most cathartic language I've ever heard read aloud. Real poetry, from people who rarely or never call themselves writers.

The bravery in this circle still surprises me. Every time.

11:30 am – 12:30 pm — Free time.
Walk. Write. Sit by the Snake River. Nap. Talk. Just be.

12:30 pm — Lunch.

The Afternoon: Open, Yours

The afternoon is open. On some days there's 1:1 work available with me, Amy, or Nan if you want it.

There's also what we call "hammock town," a quiet spot in the woods for reading or napping. There are trails for hiking, walking, trail running. You can do a lot, or you can do nothing at all. Both are right.

Dream and Write: The Voice Underneath

4:00 pm — Dream and Write.

I lead a thirty-minute Yoga Nidra to drop everyone below the thinking mind into that threshold state between waking and sleep where the mental editor goes quiet. Then, directly from that state, we write.

The pages that come out of these sessions don't sound like anyone's regular voice. They sound like the voice underneath. Slower. Less guarded. Often surprising, even to the person who wrote them.

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Evening: Fire, Stars, Whatever the Cohort Wants

6:00 pm — Dinner.

7:00 pm — Campfire.

Stars. Stories. Songs. The clarinet sometimes. Whatever the cohort wants. Some nights people stay up late.

9:00 pm — Quiet time.

Why Every Year Is Different

We've been doing Caldera since 2016. And here's what I've learned: every year is different, because the alchemy of who shows up is different.

The land is the same. The structure is the same. My co-facilitators: Nan Seymour and Amy May, and I are the same. But the people change. And the people are the medicine.

This year I'm also bringing things I couldn't have articulated the last time at the Caldera. My book Waking Up with the Yoga of Sleep launches November 1, and the writing process has sharpened me in ways that will show up in the retreat.

Same land. Same circle. Same fire at night. But different stories, different music. We come back to Caldera because it's where we get grounded enough to go back out there and respond from beauty and wonder, instead of reactivity and fear.

An Invitation, Not a Push

Space is limited to 14. If you've been feeling the pull toward something more still, slower, and more honest than the busy you've been living, this is the one I'd point you toward.

Caldera Retreat August 27–31, 2026 Harriman State Park, Idaho (Scoville Center) Co-facilitated with Nan Seymour and Amy May

 
 
 

FAQ — Caldera Retreat 2026

What is the Caldera Retreat? Caldera is a small-group yoga and writing retreat held annually in Harriman State Park, Idaho. It combines gentle yoga, Yoga Nidra, River Writing, and Dream and Write practices over five days in a held, intentional circle.

How many people attend? Space is limited to 14. The group is kept small on purpose. The intimacy is part of what makes it work.

What is River Writing? River Writing is a community-based writing practice created by Nan Seymour. The instruction: keep the pen moving for eleven minutes without editing or stopping. Participants read to each other and listen without judgment, just witness. It consistently produces some of the most honest writing people have ever done.

What is Yoga Nidra, and do I need experience? Yoga Nidra is a guided meditation practice that leads you into a deeply restful state between waking and sleep. No prior experience is required. It's one of the most accessible practices I know, and one of the most profound.

What is Kouk Son Do? Kouk Son Do is a slow, meditative energy movement practice used in the morning sessions at Caldera. It's gentle, grounding, and a beautiful way to begin the day.

Who are the co-facilitators? Nan Seymour is the creator of River Writing and a longtime collaborator. Amy May joins as the second year co-facilitating. She brings the tea of the land ceremony, exceptional food prepared with spiritual care, and her own River Writing facilitation. Together the three of us have shaped something that feels complete.

Three Chords And The Truth

I was at the Newseum in D. C. not long ago. It’s the museum dedicated to journalism and the history of the first amendment. Whether or not journalism always achieves it, its objective is to report the unbiased truth. The principle of Satya means truth, which is one of the core pathways to arriving at yoga’s goal of oneness with all things. I felt as if walking around the Newseum was in some ways an homage to Satya and a practice in truth.

The Newseum displays brave and honest journalism. I saw through a poignant gallery of Pulitzer Prize-winning photographs how telling the truth can be both beautiful and bellicose.

I was interested to see actual copies of Thomas Paine’s Common Sense and to learn about America’s early struggle for freedom of speech. But the special exhibit called Louder Than Words: Rock Power Politics, not surprisingly, the display with all the electric guitars, was the one that caught my ear.

Louder Than Words featured a few short documentaries including one about the nation’s political gasp after Jimi Hendrix, a symbol of hippie anti-establishmentism, spontaneously rocked out with The Star-Spangled Banner at Woodstock. Also celebrated in this exhibit was the hallowed and hand-written lyric sheet for Bob Dylan’s “The Times, They Are A Changin' ,” a commentary on the assassination of JFK. But my heart skipped a beat when I came around a corner and perched in front of me was a glass case holding the sacred relic of a beat-to-hell guitar belonging to none other than Joe Strummer from The Clash.

If you aren’t familiar with The Clash, then on behalf of all humans: Welcome to the planet Earth. We're happy you’ve come. The Clash was an important band from England in the late 70s. They were midwives for the birth of Punk, a “stick-it-to-the-man” movement born of the frustrations of a generation. Punk gave voice to a host of people who were angry at what they felt was a conservative, bleak, and expressionless era leading them hopelessly forward toward a vacuous future. Punk protested social norms, the economy, art and style, and of course, politics. They were not afraid to sing, and often scream, their truth.

By the way, I just discovered this cool site about learning to play Punk.

Check out these environmentally proleptic lyrics from “London Calling,” the title track of The Clash’s 1979 album:

"The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growin' thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
'Cause London is drowning, and I, I live by the river."

Yoga has broad definitions and “a yoga” can be defined as an action or response to pure observation. Therefore, Punk was “a yoga” of Satya in response to the politics of the day.

Yes, there must be a distinction drawn between spewing opinions into a microphone, and striving for an objective truth. But isn’t that the distilled practice of yoga, to ultimately discern between observation and assessment about any information, be that the tight hamstrings or a tight-ass politician?

The Clash are not the only ones to have spout off into a microphone. Today, there are many television and talk radio rockstars like Glenn Beck, Sean Hannity, Stephen Colbert, John Oliver, and others, who, just like The Clash, have their spotlight and their audience and wield their right to say whatever they want. While I may not agree with much of what some of these people say, because I believe Satya is a pathway to Oneness, a foundational pillar to yoga, I’ll defend their right to say it, even if they manage to offend the entire world in a mere 140 characters.

Wandering through the Newseum, I couldn’t help but become agitated as I thought about the emerging “war against the media,” waged by Trump, Poland, China, and others. It worries me because I believe such an attack on the media threatens the institution of journalism and so directly threatens what I feel is the sacred notion of freedom of speech. By controlling the media, ultimately Satya gets hijacked.

We stood in front of Joe Strummer’s guitar, me reading the plaque and two-year-old Elio shouting, “Guitar! Play it!” I leaned close to Elio and said, “Remember that guitar, Elio, it changed the world.”

Little did I know what an impression this display of “stick it to the man,” noise, and freedom of speech had made on little Elio. The next day at the hushed halls of the National Gallery of Art, Elio decided to practice some of his own freedom of speech.

While we were strolling this cavernous edifice of art, Elio became drunk with glee over the sound of his own tiny screams echoing off of the gallery’s walls. Each time I asked him to please use his “inside voice,” he happily screamed louder (at The Man, read: me, I had become The Man).

Once, as we were taking in the art, walking in a large crowd of tourists, we passed a next-to life size nude statue and Elio squealed with delight and screamed, “BUM BUM!” Feeling quite self-conscious about the raucous he was making, I told Elio gently but firmly that he needed to lower his voice or we were going to have to leave the museum, a textbook The Man mandate, or The Man-date. Elio responded to my reproach by hushing just long enough for me to begin pushing the stroller again. Then, with perfect timing, his piercing, tiny voice burst out even louder with, “Papa tooted!” This was followed by his menacing peal of laughter.

My face blushed more crimson than Childe Hassam’s poppies and in an attempt to recover some dignity, I retorted to Elio, but decidedly loud enough for others nearby to hear, “Ha ha. No I didn’t,” but my worlds fell flat upon the stony faces of both the tourists and statues alike. So childish, so Punk. I considered attempting to teach my two-year-old about the concept of libel but then thought better of it and simply pushed the stroller to another wing of the museum, Elio chuckling the entire way. This was Elio’s foray into the freedom of speech and stick it to the man and Punk in the face of “established culture.” And while I might appreciate it if he could say it more subtly, I must respect his right to say it.

So, whether it’s a little voice piped from a stroller or an ear-splitting voice screaming above an electric guitar, whether it’s cynical opinions about politics or capturing a split second through the lens of a camera, I believe in your right to speak your truth. I believe this moves us toward Satya and ultimately toward Oneness. 

I invite us all to practice pure observation in the world and strive practicing the yoga of discerning the truth in what we see and hear. As you practice discerning truth, let’s cheer for the freedom of speech. And because of this freedom, choose whichever source you like for your information, but for me, I choose to listen to both a particular tiny voice and The Clash.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin'.
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.

~ Bob Dylan

Also, if you love guitars, check out this post:

Unique Tunings for Guitars

Guitar Jimi Hendrix Played at Woodstock

Guitar Jimi Hendrix Played at Woodstock

Lyrics for The Times They Are A Changin'

Lyrics for The Times They Are A Changin'

Joe Strummer's Guitar

Joe Strummer's Guitar

The Clash

The Clash

Elio Sticks it To The Man

Elio Sticks it To The Man


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