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Munaya Resort Moroccan domes in the Blue Ridge Mountains · 25 min from Asheville. Stays, retreats, and weddings on 15 sacred acres.

09/22/2026

Nobody had to pack a passport.

That’s what someone said to me after the last one — thank you for not making us get on a plane. I’ve thought about it ever since. You drive twenty-five minutes out of Asheville, you take your shoes off, you sit on the floor with people you’ve never met, and Morocco comes to you.

We’re doing it again on October 16.

Nadia Labdaoui is cooking the couscous — the one whose kitchen millions of people have learned Moroccan food from, and it turns out she lives an hour from here. River and Chris on oud and percussion Free Planet Radio Asheville Rhythm . Brandi Transformational Bellydance teaching all of us to dance whether we know how or not. Mint tea poured high, sweets, henna in the lantern light, and the sun going down over the Blue Ridge while it all happens.

This is the Morocco I grew up in, in Fes. For one night it’s yours.

Forty seats. Link in bio. 🤎

09/22/2026

A retreat isn’t a getaway. It’s a return.

We call it that because somewhere along the way, a person leaves themselves. Not all at once. In pieces. A little to the job, a little to the family, a little to being the one everyone counts on. And one day they look up and can’t find who’s underneath all that.

A retreat is where they come back. Not to fix themselves. To remember themselves.

That’s sacred work. And it asks a lot of the one holding it.

Because to bring people home, you have to stay present the whole time. You have to feel the room shift and know what it needs. You have to be the steady thing while everyone else falls apart in the best possible way. That takes a certain kind of ground under your feet.

So here’s what I believe a retreat leader actually needs. Not a venue. A container.

A place quiet enough that the noise your people carried in starts to drop on its own. Beauty in every direction, so the land does some of the softening for you. Rooms for the loud work and rooms for the quiet work. Somewhere to sleep that feels like being held. A fire to sit around when the words run out. And a host who understands what you’re doing there, so you never have to explain it or apologize for it.

That’s Munaya. Fifteen acres above Marshall, North Carolina, built by someone who has led the room and knows what it costs.

If you’ve been carrying a retreat in your heart and haven’t found the place that could hold it, the Host Your Retreat page is in my bio. Go look. Then tell me what you’re dreaming.

09/14/2026

Fog wrapped around the mountain this morning, and the land had something to say.

No wind. No rush. Just crickets — the last night sound letting go, minute by minute, into the hush of dawn.

There's a stillness here that doesn't ask anything of you. It just waits until you're ready to feel it.

This is what we mean when we say Live Your Soul's Dream… not a moment of adventure, but a moment of arrival. Right here. Right now. Nowhere else to be.

🌙 Munaya — a Moroccan sanctuary in the Blue Ridge Mountains

09/02/2026

Nights at Casablanca Dome.

Fire pit, then the dome, then the hot tub.

Marshall, NC — 25 minutes from Asheville. Link in bio❤️

09/01/2026

The light hits this dome differently in the morning.
I named it after a city in the Rif mountains where every wall is painted some version of sky. I grew up near that blue. I didn’t think it would translate to Appalachia — and then I put the first dome on the ridge and watched the blue sit against all that green, and something in me settled.
There’s a hammock chair. A table where the land drops away. Two beds you’ll probably only need one of.
You might know the feeling of needing to leave without needing to go far.
Chefchaouen is open. Link in bio.

09/01/2026

The tile took four months to arrive.

I could have ordered something that looked close from a supplier two hours away. Nobody would have known.

But zellige is cut by hand, one piece at a time, by people who learned it from someone who learned it from someone. You can feel the difference under your feet even if you can’t name it. The brass basin came the same way. So did the carved door.

Everything in here was made by hands that knew what they were doing.

That’s not decoration. That’s the whole point.

Casablanca Dome — link in bio.

09/01/2026

Everyone asks where the photo was taken.

Morocco, they guess. Sometimes Turkey. One woman was certain it was Greece.

It’s Marshall. Twenty-five minutes past Asheville, up a gravel road, on a ridge that looks out over about four layers of Blue Ridge.

I grew up in Fes. When I found this land I didn’t want to build something that pretended to be somewhere else — I wanted the two places to sit down together and see what happened.

This is what happened.

Link in bio. 🤍

08/19/2026

Blueberries off the bush. Wind through the hill. The dome waiting behind you.
Some afternoons don’t need a plan.
Link in bio to book.

08/19/2026

Bed under glass. Hot tub in the mist. Cedar sauna.
That’s the itinerary. The Casablanca Dome is waiting.
Link in bio to book ❤️

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112 Munaya Way
Marshall, IL
28753

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+12564173200

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