Imagine this…

Light spills across the lavender mountains, out to the sea, through shimmering fields of ancient 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, Camille’s home in Delphi and her salmon pink living room. A red cushion waits for you at our womb altar with sisters from all across the world.