Not a dinner party. No networking. No schmoozing.

Six strangers. A home-cooked meal. We eat slow. We share what’s real. We get nourished—soul and all. We move through gentle inner rituals—rooted in human flourishing science, self-inquiry, and sacred reflection.

Simple prompts. Subtle shifts. The kind of stillness that lets you hear the parts of you that usually stay quiet.

No photos. No phones. Just presence.