The Marshes of Memory

Dear friend,

In the heart of the Lowcountry, where the moss hangs heavy with history and the pluff mud smells like forgiveness, I found the rhythm of a life worth remembering. And now, I’d like to invite you back there, with me for a weekend retreat October 24th - 26th, 2025.

We live in a world addicted to convenience. But what if the path to clarity, connection, and calling was found in the inconvenient? In the salty air. The slow dirt roads. The uncomfortable silence. The tangled roots of Southern soil.

This is a remembering.

A remembering of who we were before convenience dulled our senses.

Before burnout stole our breath.

Before we forgot what it means to belong.

Our Marshes of Memory is an unforgettable journey through the heart of the South Carolina coast where adventure, culture, and coastal cuisine come together in one epic experience. We’ll cruise past dolphins on our way to the storied shores of Daufuskie Island, uncover hidden gems and island lore, then escape to the pristine beauty of private Page Island.

Our days unfold with team challenges, waterfront fun, keynotes and workshop facilitation every step of the way, and a feast of Lowcountry flavors served under the open sky. From sunrise on the water to the glow of a campfire at sunset, it’s the Lowcountry at its most thrilling.

Here’s what you need to know:

Friday night, we gather.

At my family’s home, we’ll share a Gratitude Dinner. I’ll cook you shrimp and grits, the way I learned it, cast net in hand, bacon in the pan, spirit in the pot. We’ll speak of who we are, why we came, and what we might give one another by simply being here.

Saturday, we voyage.

We’ll board a Carolina Skiff, 16 of us, and cross the water to Daufuskie Island, guided by the ghosts of Pat Conroy and the music of cicadas. We’ll tour dirt roads by golf cart. Visit indigo fields. Sit in an old Baptist church and speak of our systems, our stories, our silent battles.

We’ll then journey to Page Island, where trust falls and ropes courses will do what therapy sometimes cannot. Page Island is our logistics partner’s own private chain of 9 islands spanning 40 acres. Page Island is a pure refuge of trees, soft green grasses, white-sand and blue tidal waters. There will be time to paddle, walk, pray, laugh, or just float.

Saturday night, we feast.

A true Lowcountry Boil under the trees. Campfire. Commitment. Polaroids, not phones. Vulnerability, not performance. A circle, not a stage. We’ll end with a Commitment Ceremony: What are you bringing home?

Sunday morning, we close.

One final breakfast. One last moment of grace. You’ll leave by 11 a.m., salt-streaked and soul-full.

This isn’t a leadership summit.

It’s not a mastermind.

It’s a reclamation.

Of awe.

Of inconvenience.

Of memory.

You won’t leave with a playbook.

You’ll leave with a story. Maybe the one you forgot you were living.

Space is limited. Intentionally.

Like a Carolina Skiff, this journey wasn’t meant to carry crowds. Just 16 kindred souls, willing to trade the noise of the world for the sacred hush of the marsh.

So come.

Come if you’re tired of holding it all together.

Come if you long to be witnessed in the raw.

Come if something in your bones says: Remember.

With pluff mud on my boots and gratitude in my gut,

Chris

First come, first serve. Comment below or private message me for availability and cost.