Ibiza ~ Divine Revelry

“Often misunderstood, Dionysus is far more than a wine deity. He is the Breaker of Chains, who rescues not only the flesh but the heart and spirit from too much of worldly regulations and duties. He is a god of joy and freedom. Any uncultivated, tangled, and primal woodland is very much his domain

Tanith Lee

The place will suck you in if you let it.  If you’re not careful.  But seriously, I’m pretty sure I’ve landed in a paradise.  A haven.  A Dionysian playground for maidens and nymphs alike.  If the Greek islands are the land of the gods, then Ibiza is the land of the goddesses.  Suck me in, but please spit me back out, in wondrous Eros fashion, so that I may go away and forget your music of the spheres, only for the joy of returning someday to fall again into your fiery talons, enveloped once more in revelry.  Rapsodia.

Birthday weekend was approaching and this mama was getting a visit from her Florida bitches.  And when I say bitches, I mean of course babes of the highest caliber.  Sexy, beautiful, kind and caring, intelligent, love to laugh, play, sing and dance.  A mark would be made– throughout time and space.

But there was something to this island.  Captivating with natural beauty, and like its sister island Mallorca, full of precious calas (coves) with glittering gradients of jeweled waters and modest sandy or pebbled beaches.  You can literally look at the map of the island, point to any beach access icon, go there and be totally satisfied, if not, blown away. Different than Florida beaches, there was no easy stroll onto the sand; Mother Gaia overlooked privilege and each beach access required a hike in the heat to get to one of her coveted spots on her shore.  Rocky paths required a hike up, or down and most certainly lengthily along her land, to arrive at the generous gift of lounging and swimming in her designated glory.  We frolicked like fairies amidst her paths, and swam like mermaids, free and delighting in splendor.  I can still transport and connect with the idyllic, clear waters and feel against my skin the dual sensation of warm top layer simultaneously mixed with the lower cold layer.  Goosebumps rippling my skin as I splash back to surface, standing on the soft sand beneath me.  Instantly the sun’s warm rays baking me, like something delicious emerging from a silk pan.

Many agree, as common knowledge, that there is a magic to this place.  And you could hear it if you really tuned your ear to it.  In the quiet of the moment the music of this place seemed endless.  Eternal, wrapping like soft intonations sounding out frequencies beyond our norm, captivating our senses in a primordial delight.  The earth beneath sings whispers and beats to the everlasting drum.  I could dance endlessly to your eternal heartbeat. 

It is no wonder your song draws in travelers, hippies, gypsies and expats.  A new rhythm can be born here.  Just hope you can survive it, without falling through the cracks.  Revelry in its finest.  The Dionysian aspect living freely there– hovering in rhapsodic cloud.  A massive yearning to be quelled only through the ritualistic shapings of divine song and dance, drink and ecstasy.  You will of course have to pay your dues, for everything comes with a cost, whether it’s your sleep, your system, or your wallet.

What was it I was searching for?  A longing rested deep within me.  A homelessness.  As well as an emptiness that ached for some, for my, ethereal beloved.  There, I could dance out this drama, in strokes of sorrow and of jubilation.  Buoyantly sweeping into the night and on through the dawn.  

Oh, how her music moved something in me.  Revived something buried, and because of it I was able to let loose the maenad.  To go beyond, dancing madly into the night, unapologetically, beneath the lustrous night sky.  Push the comfort zone and fly into an ecstatic sense of being, of belonging, taken up by her stars.  This place was too pretty.

It was a birthday blessing to be on this island and share the experience with my sister friends.  We all felt something.  Perhaps we were accessing our immortality, getting a glance into the divine– beating through every tree and bush and splash of wave.  For me, it stirred a new rhythm that will forever live in me.  One I had longed for, in some unconscious crevice of my soul.  If you are simply open, it can and will activate the same in you.  Perhaps there is some code, already there, dwelling within us all along…just waiting to come alive…