In Egypt, we arrive at Isis' Temple of Philae by boat in darkness.

Candlelight in the sanctuary of Isis. The red granite altar where priestesses once stood. In the heart of her temple, I ask why I can no longer feel her the way I once did: and the answer unsettles me more than I expect.

From there, the journey moves through Karnak and into the temple of Osiris, where something shifts. What began fourteen years ago as a healing of the feminine starts to bend in a direction I didn’t anticipate. The gods I’ve avoided. The questions I’ve postponed. The balance I’ve refused to examine.

From sacred island to desert temple, the work continues.

And not all of it is comfortable.