There are moments in life
that defy words, that can only be captured in an image and then
there are moments in life that neither words nor images can capture and remain
a mystery. Entering the sacred site of the oldest Neolithic temple Ggantija on the Island of Gozo in Malta, was one such moment of mystery.
On a cool May
evening, myself and my two other co-facilitators started down the winding path
to the 6,000-year-old temple, lit only by the light of the full moon and the
small flashlight of our guide’s cell phone. Typically, by day this site is
crawling with tourist but by night it’s open to private reservations only, made
months in advanced. Apart from the one security guard off in the corner, the
site was completely deserted.
“I’ll be back at 11” said our guide and then there were only the three of us.
“I’ll be back at 11” said our guide and then there were only the three of us.
We looked at each other, huddled in closer, and with a girlish giggle I said “now what we do?”
It’s not like
we weren’t prepared, we had been planning for this for months, ever since we
came together with the idea of running a Women’s Retreat in Malta : “Journey to
the Divine Feminine Exploring sacred sites of Malta."
We purposefully chose
this night, as we knew it would be a full moon and wanted to have a midnight
meditation. What we didn’t know was how struck we would be by the enormity of
standing in the shadows of one of the worlds most important and mysterious
archaeological temple sites in the world.
The Ggantija temple is one of the biggest temples ever discovered, some of the megaliths
exceed five metres in length and weigh over fifty tons. It is called the Ggantija temple after the myth that a culture of Giants once occupied Malta and
were able to move such massive rocks. More interestingly to me, is the idea
that it once was a place of worship, dedicated to the fertility Goddess. This
is based on the numerous female figurines and statues found in the temple and
the shape of the temple built to resemble the body of a woman.
So here we
were, together agenda in hand, ceremony goodies packed - candles, sage, singing
bowls, all the things you would normally bring to a midnight meditation at
6,000 years old temple. We were going to “go deep”! Instead the ancient temple
walls brought out the giddiness and giggles of young girls. The heaviness of our
agenda fell away along with the heaviness of our lives. We brought out our joy
and playfulness. We stood with our arms wide open to the wind and allowed it to
carry our giggles that echoed off the walls. It was our joy the site seemed to
want.
I don’t know when it happened, maybe it was after we gave our laughter, our love, tears and our joy, that we laid our bodies down on the earth, the floor of this temple, and fell into a deep silence. Nothing needed, no words, no acts of ceremony, simply a return to our joy.
When our guide came back to lead us out, we tried numerous times to take a picture of the three of us, but the flash would not turn on, different cameras, different cell phones, same result, only the silhouettes of us in the shadows of the temple remained.
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