A cold and windy Sunday in January at Sanctuary Farm.

A group of people who didn't know each other, choosing to begin their year by turning inward — reflecting on the year that passed, what it taught them, and what they wanted to carry forward. Moving their bodies, finding stillness, and somewhere around a farm-to-table lunch cooked by the farm's own chef, recognizing themselves in each other's stories. By the end of the day, the strangers were gone. A few brave souls even stayed for the sauna and a cold plunge into the lake. This is that day.