Two moments: one feeling powerful the other terrified.

We made it to Eleusis during opening hours, and I took the first photo by the cave to the Underworld.

The second was after crying when we got to Delphi. The mountain drives finally got to me and I broke down as soon as the car stopped. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt fear like that.

Stacy held me and I called my mom. She reminded me why I’m here.

On a pilgrimage.

That fear I’m feeling many pilgrims would have felt as well.

That I’m coming to understand the power of the mountains. The power of the gods.

That the Goddess would protect me.

That I needed to trust my partner to get me down.

And to remember to breathe. And ground.