What it is
Eight women, Sunday night to Friday night, at Mauna Lani on the Kohala Coast of Hawaiʻi, four times a year. A destination week that is also a medical one, held by a physician and a psychotherapist. You arrive with a full picture of your own physiology already in hand: the ordinary blood work, hormones, metabolic markers and what your cells are short of, your glyphosate level, your DNA once, your gut microbiome, your sleep, the standard scales, and six weeks of your own heart rhythm and temperature, recorded every night by a strap that ships in the kit. The week takes a nervous system off the vigil it has been standing for years: sunrise light, breath taught at your own resonant rate, whole plant food from an organic kitchen, movement and dance, the ocean, the land, a cacao morning on a farm in Honokaʻa, a private session with Dr. King and a private session with Melisa, and a circle each night. You leave with your own numbers, a daily practice, a written plan, and ninety days of Dr. King's care. For the woman who brings it, the medication question is answered in private and never names the group.