I’m Trevor James, and this retreat—The Alchemy of Touch & Intimacy—is the heartbeat of a story I’ve lived, a path carved through shadows and light.

I grew up in a country where the air was thick with unspoken rules: spirituality was a steeple on Sunday, sexuality a whisper behind closed doors, and intimacy a word no one dared unpack. As a boy, I felt those rifts in my bones—praying to be good, wrestling urges I was told to bury, yearning for a closeness I couldn’t name. That rift shadowed me into manhood, a quiet hunger beneath a life I tried to shape.

In my thirties, a medical diagnosis—sharp and unyielding—cracked me open. My spiritual practice felt hollow, my relationships starved for depth; I craved touch that meant something, intimacy that held me whole. Mindfulness became my lifeline. There, I learned my sexuality wasn’t a flaw but a sacred spark, my spirit alive in every trembling touch. I sought more—tantra’s wisdom, men’s circles, coastal walks where the wind bared my soul—and found intimacy demands hands that dare, and hearts that risk.

I created this retreat because I’ve felt the ache of disconnection and the rush of touch that heals it. Intimacy, I’ve learned, is our truest alchemy—binding spirit and flesh in vulnerable grace. This is my soul’s work, born from my own awakening, a space for you to feel, connect, and rise.