When Malta received me into her embrace, I recognised that these islands were not simply the home of my ancestors; they were keepers of the keys, guardians of the parts of me that had been buried beneath centuries of forgetting.

For too long, we have forgotten what she feels like; what it feels like to be held by her.

For too long, they have kept her from us.

This was the moment I knew I would say yes to this path; this path of remembering the ancient divine feminine arts, of reclaiming my power and role as a mystic in this lifetime.