”I will sing of stately Aphrodite, gold-crowned and beautiful, whose dominion is the walled cities of all sea-set Cyprus. There the moist breath of the western wind wafted her over the waves of the loud-moaning sea in soft foam.” – Homer
The Zephyr (or West Wind) brought Aphrodite to the southwestern shores of Cyprus, near the seaside resort town of Paphos. The rocks, Petra tou Romious, jut out from the quiet blue sea where Aphrodite, Greek goddess of love and beauty, was born. Every good Cypriot knows this Greek myth. Every good Cypriot also knows that to swim in these waters and around the rock three times naked and under a full moon, would ensure they find true love. Maybe it’s the fact that all these people are swimming naked together, who knows? But I love this message. Aphrodite had many lovers, from Ares, the God of War, to Adonis, her mortal lover. The men in Cyprus are similar to Adonis. With their chiseled features, thick, dark wavy hair and tanned skin, they could make the goddess in each of us swoon.
When Aphrodite emerged from the rocks, she came bearing gifts to the people of this island. Aphrodite’s gift to women of Cyprus was a magical girdle. Those who wore it would feel sacred and sensual. Aphrodite’s girdle-wearing woman would possess a power to inspire love and beauty so strong, that men would fall truly, madly and deeply in love with her.
Romantic, right? I fell in love with this wild island the moment my toes touched its sacred ground. After seven years and no longer living like an expat, I discovered my inner Aphrodite. I hope each and every one of you lovely friends out there will, as well.
Come walk with me and follow @AphroditesPath