your Sacred return to Delphi
Light spills across the lavender mountains out to the Gulf of Corinth, through shimmering fields of hundred year old olive trees. You spend the morning in silence, watching the sunrise from the valley where pilgrims once walked to receive Pythia’s prophecies.
While the town is still sleeping, you step down to the holy spring of Kastalia, infused with the voices of the Muses.
You bow your crown for a blessing, rinse your feet, cup your hands to take in the purest water you’ll ever drink.
Just above the valley, hugged by green hills, Goddess music calls you into the womb temple, where Camille welcomes you with a priestess anointing. A cushion waits for you at our altar of flowers, glass water vessels, beeswax candles, oracle cards, and smiling sisters. You take a breath, pull a card, and drop in.
Embraced in this loving group cocoon, one hand at your sister’s heart, one hand at your womb, together we open our voices with the honey of the hive… “hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”
Whole body melting, so deeply held, you cozy up with cushions, eyes closed, transported through long ago Delphi storytelling.
You unwind with your breath into your body, lifetimes of pelvic holding unraveling, tissues and cells expanding, entering the somatic portal of womb memories.
Gaia’s womb pulse calls you deeper, sound of the drum, feeling your heart and Her heart as One. Stepping through the veil of your own womb gateway, you arrive to the temple of your own ancient stories. Womb guides you, shows you the next steps in your path in this lifetime. Sounding, moving, listening, traveling, trusting.
Returning back to your root, your blood, your flesh, your bones, wisdom grounds into the here and now. Slowly we roll together into each other’s embrace, and allow ourselves to integrate with silence, presence, and sharing.
In the afternoon we head out into the wild landscape, hiking through moss covered forest and limestone, arriving to the mouth of the Corycian Cave of the bee nymphs. We come to the Earth, ask permission, and offer our intentions.
Descending into her loving darkness, you wander alone in silence, listening for the whispers buried deep in the cave. We come into circle, sounding, releasing, healing through what was once forgotten.
We open the rivers of our bloodlines, sending healing through our ancestry, all the way back to the original womb of Creation. Sisters hold you as you speak aloud your own grievances, blessing you with water as your inner floodgates open to your Source again.
In the evening we sit together on the Earth in the valley beneath the fig trees, watching the sunset behind the mountains, sending our prayers and visions as ripples out into the world.
Across our week together, we allow the land to hold us as we remember our ancient feminine dragon power, and we serve the awakening and activation of Gaia through our unique energy, presence, and love.
You emerge from our week beyond space and time with a profoundly embodied felt, known, remembrance, of who you are and why you came here, and your next steps of sacred feminine service in our world.
