Updated September 12, 2025 12:46PM
Midlife Is an Epic Era for a Yoga Retreat. Here's Why.
There's something powerful about a journey that's just for you.
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As Carl Jung put it, “Life really does begin at forty. Up until then, you are just doing research.” For many women, the research is building careers, supporting partners, raising children, and meeting expectations. By midlife, something calls from within—and the response is often a yoga retreat.
As a yoga teacher and retreat leader, I’ve spent years guiding groups at a boutique retreat center in the seaside village of Troncones, Mexico. In this space, I watch the same scene unfold over and over again: a woman arrives, alone, unsure, quiet, sometimes a bit emotional on the first night, not certain what drew her here, only that she needed to come. But by week’s end, there is a marked change, a radiance, her eyes clear, her breath at ease. For the first time in a long time, she feels like herself again. Not because the retreat fixed her, but because the experience reminded her of who she already is.
I’ve noticed more and more women over the age of 50 saying yes to solo yoga and wellness retreats in recent years—not as an escape, but as a return. A return to their bodies, their breath, and their inner knowing.
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In Troncones, mornings begin with light spilling over the Sierra Madre mountains and pelicans skimming the waves in unison. The jungle meets the ocean. An open-air yoga platform looks over the sea, palm trees sway in the breeze, and the rhythm of the waves is a constant refrain. Women roll out their mats on the open-air platform while others walk barefoot along the surf, taking in the stillness of the morning before class begins.
Some arrive carrying the weight of endings: a marriage unraveling, children leaving home, a career shifting. Others arrive seeking new beginnings: surfing small waves, pedaling bikes through the village, laughing with strangers who quickly become friends. Some arrive with little experience of yoga or meditation. One woman had never moved her body this way, the postures feeling foreign at first, yet by week’s end she had found stillness through her breath unlike anything she had ever known.
What begins with hesitation slowly opens to presence. Faces soften. Shoulders relax. Laughter returns. These shifts are not dramatic but they are profound.
Yoga Retreats and Midlife Thresholds
Midlife is not a crisis—it’s a threshold. The yogic path offers steady ground during this passage. Breathwork, movement, and stillness open a doorway for women to connect with their true selves and nurture what has been overlooked. This stage of life isn’t necessarily about slowing down—it’s about fully arriving.
Women in midlife want to live. Gen Xers especially carry this vibrant energy. This generation is not about fading quietly into knitting circles and rocking chairs. I’ve found that they want to move their bodies, eat well, explore the world, and stay connected to what lights them up. It’s a youthfulness that’s not about age—it’s about spirit.
One guest in her fifties paddled out on a surfboard for the very first time. Wobbly at first, she laughed each time she tipped into the water, climbing back on again and again until she finally caught a small wave. When she stood, arms flung wide, the group erupted in cheers—it was less about surfing and more about remembering what it feels like to say yes to something new.
In yogic philosophy, this energy is known as tapas, or the inner fire that drives transformation, devotion, and disciplined self-inquiry. Women in midlife often arrive at retreats with this subtle spark already alive within them. What they need is space and permission for it to burn brightly. In a culture that tends to separate by life stage, retreats become a rare space where all generations feel welcome, equal, and seen. These retreats serve as a sacred container for that fire, a place where midlife isn’t a pause, but a rekindling.
The Radical Act of Saying Yes
Choosing to travel alone, especially for something as seemingly indulgent as a retreat, is still radical. Often there is guilt or hesitation before arriving. But once at Present Moment, those permission slips are rewritten.
One 52-year-old attendee told me that she had wrestled with the decision for two years, drawn to the adventure but convinced it was too indulgent, too far outside her comfort zone. She had only stepped onto a yoga mat a couple of times, and the thought of leaving her husband and teenage kids felt impossible. It wasn’t until her marriage began to struggle that she found the courage to make the journey.
Rather than isolation, this sort of solo travel leads to sisterhood. Around the long wooden table at dinner, I watch strangers become confidantes, reaching across plates for just “one more bite,” trading stories of heartbreak and reinvention, laughing so hard tears run down their cheeks. On the yoga platform, women move side by side without judgement. By the end of the week, they are often surprised by how light and free they feel.
Here they remember, in the most embodied way, they are not alone.
Wisdom Across Generations
Retreats are rarely limited by age. They are often attended by women in their 20s, sometimes traveling with a midlife mom, as well as those who are middle-aged and older, all unsure of how they’ll fit in.
I’ve watched younger women ask older ones for life advice, leaning in as they describe raising families, navigating careers, or moving through loss. I’ve also seen them listen with fascination to the differences in how each generation grew up, what it was like to come of age without social media, or to build a career when options were narrower. Older women, in turn, light up at the curiosity and openness of those just beginning their journeys.
As the week winds down, the age lines blur. The circle feels less like separate decades and more like a continuum of feminine wisdom, each woman both giving and receiving exactly what she needs. The younger women often bring curiosity and openness; the older bring lived wisdom and perspective. Together, they form a kind of collective feminine intelligence, one that dissolves hierarchy and replaces it with shared humanity and resonance across generations.
Coming Home
Yoga teaches us that nothing outside of ourselves will save us. These retreats simply offer space—a pause, a deep breath, a moment to hear what the heart has been whispering for years.
The midlife retreat is not about becoming someone new. It’s about coming home: to the body, to the soul, to the wisdom beneath the noise. It’s not indulgence. It’s essential. Retreat doesn’t give women their magic. It reminds them it was there all along.
As I often tell the women who join me: You don’t need a reason to take time for yourself. Being alive is reason enough.