The Unexpected Anointing
Day 7, the last day of our Avalon pilgrimage.
It’s taken a while to get here, hasn’t it? Truthfully, I’m still integrating the healing journey that took place. Finally feeling like ‘myself’.
But changed, of course. You don’t go through an initiation like that and come out the same.
We went to the Chalice Well once more, early morning before the crowds arrived. Having peaceful time by the well is deeply moving.
Our co-leaders led us through a beautiful ceremony that I don’t really remember—because I was busy receiving transmissions from the bees. They wouldn’t stop buzzing around my head, and I was exasperated.
What are you trying to tell me??
When I stood up to leave, a sister pointed out that I had this orange ‘stuff’ all over my skirt. It looked like pollen, tons of pollen all over my (brand new) white skirt. 🐝
Suddenly, I got the message.
That entire week I’d been visited by many insects: butterflies, ladybugs and you guessed it, bees. All of them in various states of life and death.
Avalon and ancient Greece used to be home to the Melissae, priestesses that worked in harmony with hives, studying their ways, tasting honey to absorb the wisdom of the flowers.
It was the ultimate anointing.
On our way up the Tor for a final ritual, a bright green caterpillar crossed my path and I knew it was a symbol of my rebirth. That’s exactly how I felt leaving the centre - brand new, close to the earth yet extremely vulnerable.
It was the voice of the Divine Feminine speaking loud and (finally, haha) clear.
She got my attention. I’m listening.
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