Blindfolded into the Temple:
A Virgo Season Vow
Virgo Season: Renewal of the Priestess Vow
Artist: Brook Shaden: Betwixt Between
Twenty years ago, I found myself blindfolded and led into a temple at the Starhouse in Boulder, Colorado. I had just left San Miguel de Allende, where I’d been creating a homeschool program, and almost overnight I was back in Boulder, stepping into a year-long Priestess Path of ceremonial arts.
I was mildly terrified. I hadn’t known much of sisterhood, ritual, or the Divine Feminine in community. What I did know was the ache of longing — and the shadow of patriarchy lodged in my bones. To begin that path meant reckoning with a buried hatred of the feminine: woman as self, woman as other.
We were each invited to “divine” a goddess ally for the year. My hand fell on a card that revealed the Fish Goddess of Lepenski Vir — a figure carved 6,500 years ago along the Danube.
Sculpture: 6500 BC
Enigmatic, primal, born of water. She led me through birth portals into death portals and back again, teaching me the wild regenerating force of woman as creatrix, woman as source, woman as sea of memory.
Later Artemis arrived — fierce, untamed, protector of the wild. Then Persephone and Inanna — descent goddesses who initiated me into the necessary shedding, gestation, and return.
Each one a guide through thresholds of death and rebirth.
Artist: Kindra Nikole
Perhaps you, too, have had seasons where a dream, an image, or an archetype arrived to guide you — pulling you across a threshold you might not have crossed alone.
Since then, every fall, and especially under the Virgo new moon, I return to this vow: to listen to the unseen, to embody the Divine Feminine, to clean and clear what is stagnant, and to prepare the ground for what wants to grow.
Artist: Anastasia Dobrovolksaya
Virgo season is the season of Parthenos — the Virgin, meaning sovereign unto herself. It is a time of cleansing and discernment. The Virgo new moon invites all of us to notice what is cluttering or clouding our vision, to compost what no longer serves, and to plant only what we truly wish to tend in the darker seasons ahead.
Artist: Kindra Nikole - Liminal
This year is no different. I feel her invitation again — to re-member, to renew, to rewild.
Invitation
As I renew my vow in Virgo season, I invite you into that same sacred listening.
I’m offering rewilded mythopoetic tarot sessions — a way of listening to the cards not as fortune-telling, but as living symbols that help you see your own soul-stories more clearly.
How We Begin: The Mythic Archetype Reading
Each session begins with a mythic archetype reading using Kim Krans’ Archetype deck. This step helps us glimpse the unseen story — the mythopoetic current already moving through your life. The archetypes offer symbols, landscapes, and characters that mirror back the deeper patterns of initiation you are walking.
We use the cards to glean the who, the where, the what elixir, and the greater why from this mythic terrain.
Why begin here? Because when we braid the unseen story with the known story — the mythic with the lived — new space opens up. We are no longer trapped inside a single version of our narrative. We begin to see our experiences as part of a larger mythic journey. This shift in perspective can be profoundly liberating: it helps us step out of old scripts, see the deeper gifts in our challenges, and create more space for new possibilities to emerge.
After this, we’ll look at your cards through the Tarot -specifically noting
what is composting,
what is worth preserving,
and what seeds are ready for the season of gestation.
After each reading, I’ll send you a personalized write-up of the themes that emerged and a simple Ritual RX you can do at the new moon or full moon to anchor the guidance into practice.
This is not tarot of prediction, but rewilded tarot for re-storying and re-story-ation. And a way to step into your own mythic landscape with more clarity, voice, and presence.
If you’d like to step into this sacred space, reply here or book a reading with me.
As I once stood blindfolded at the temple door, crossing into the mystery, so may you cross into your own vow of listening — to what is ending, what is beginning, and what is waiting to be remembered.
Artist: Alexandra Dvornikova