|The Sacred Lake of Delos|
Leto, the beautiful Titaness, travelled the world over as her belly swelled with the offspring of cloud-gathering Zeus. No town or village, forest or mountain fastness would welcome her with the great goddess Hera pursuing her to the ends of the earth. Rest upon land was forbidden to the expectant mother who fled her tormentors from the great forests of Hyperborea to the salt sea. When Leto’s time was near and the pangs of childbirth could be felt like a tremor in the very depths of Gaia, an island with no roots welcomed her.
Oh sacred Delos, gift to the world of gods and men. Beside the crystal water of your sacred lake, beneath the gently swaying branches of your palm, Leto reached her labour and gave birth to gods. May Artemis, the huntress, and far-shooting Apollo, forever guide pilgrims to your shores that you may never again be lonely in the middle of that wine-dark sea.
|Sacred Port and Remains|
There are many sacred places in the world, places that have been the centre of worship for ages. They are places where history and myth vibrate together and can be felt, touched.
The Aegean island of Delos is such a place.
This post is not a history lesson. This is more of a visual journey, something for your senses to enjoy. This is something special to share.
At the eye of the group of islands known as the Cyclades, this little island was a centre of religion, inspiration and trade for millennia. Empires went to war over control over this small place just five kilometers long and thirteen-hundred meters wide.
|The House of the Dolphins|
Delos has been occupied, as far as we know, since the third millennium B.C. As the midway point between the Greek mainland and the western Aegean islands and the Ionian coast, it was the perfect stopping point for ship-bound traders.
However, the main reason for the popularity of Delos, for its sanctity, was that it was believed to be the birthplace of the goddess Artemis and her brother, one of the most important gods of the Greek and Roman pantheons, Apollo.
To reach Delos today you must take a boat from the nearby Cycladic island of Mykonos. It is a choppy ride and not for those without sea legs. The Cyclades are in a windy part of the Aegean. However, the short odyssey to get there is well worth it. Once you come out of the waves and into the Delos Strait between the island of Rhenea and Delos itself, the waters welcome the visitor and Delos appears like a hazy jewel in a brilliant turquoise sea.
|Residential District Ruins|
Delos is not just another archaeological site to be seen hurriedly through the lens of a camera. For those open to it, as soon as you set your foot on the path from the ancient ‘Commercial Harbour’ to the upper town, you know this place is different. This is a place to be felt with all your senses. Apollo’s sun beats down with intense heat and the hot Aegean winds wrap themselves about you at every turn. The voices of the past are loud indeed, be they of priests or pilgrims, merchants or charioteers, theatre patrons or performers, the rich or poor. Everyone came to Delos for all manner of reasons for thousands of years.
|Ruins along the Sacred Way|
To preserve the purity of the place in ancient times, it was forbidden for anyone to be born or to die on Delos. Those who were involved in either of these acts were sent across the strait to Rhenea to do so. As the birthplace of two very important gods, this was taken very seriously.
|Palm at the Sacred Lake|
“…the pains of birth seized Leto, and she longed to bring forth; so she cast her arms about a palm tree and kneeled on the soft meadow while the earth laughed for joy beneath. Then the child leaped forth to the light, and all the goddesses washed you purely and cleanly with sweet water, and swathed you in a white garment of fine texture, new-woven, and fastened a golden band about you.”
(Hymn to Delian Apollo)
The usual visitor might be led directly to the small museum on-site where several artefacts are on display. Others feel themselves pulled in the direction of the place that made Delos famous. The Sacred Lake, where Leto is said to have laboured for nine days when giving birth to Apollo, is still there with its magnificent palm swaying in the sea breeze. The lake is drained now and the palm is a distant ancestor of the original, but it is still a marvel to stand in a place revered for ages. On a nearby hill, the nine Delian lions stand guard over the birthplace of the gods, ever watchful.
Delos was not just a quiet place for religious reflection. Indeed, it was very busy and at one point had a population of about 25,000 people. It was covered with sanctuaries and temples, monumental gates and colossal statues, stoas, shops, homes, theatres, stadia and agora. And above it all was mount Cynthus, 112 meters high, where the Archaic Temple of Zeus looked down over the birthplace of his children and all the mortals coming to do them homage.
If you stroll about the island you will be greeted by something new around each corner; a different view of the sea, ancient homes with some of the most beautiful mosaics ever found open to the sky, the ruins of a once-beautiful theatre, or even something as simple as a stretch of marble paving slabs from whose cracks red, purple and yellow flowers sprout to paint the scene.
|Temple of Isis|
Sanctuary of Egyptian Gods
Delos was a meeting place of many deities, not only Apollo and Artemis. There were also temples to Zeus, Athena, Poseidon, Hera and many others of the Greek Pantheon. On the Island of Delos there were also sanctuaries to Syrian, Egyptian and Phoenician deities. Near the stadium area, archaeologists have uncovered the remains of a Jewish Synagogue. All were welcome to make offerings, worship, work and trade on this tiny rock-of-an-island which, by the 1st century B.C., was one of the greatest commercial centres of the world.
As one walks around the site today, it is not necessarily the voices of trade and craftspeople at their daily work that one is reminded of.
The shops have long since closed their shutters and turned to dust. The treasuries have been looted to crumbling. Grass and wild flowers sprout from between the paving slabs of the Sacred Way where asps warm themselves beneath the rays of Apollo’s light.
In truth, it is difficult to describe in words the feeling one gets while cutting a meandering path among these ancient ruins. Delos is a place of light and colour and ancient beauty, an omphalos of the Aegean to which travellers have been drawn for ages.
For myself, there is an overwhelming sense of awe and absolute peace that creeps over me when I visit this place. It is not always an easy task to shut out the groups of tourist hoards that descend upon this unassuming rock by the boatload. However, if you can manage the journey there, to break away from the masses, you will be treated to an experience in which you will delight in myriad shades of blue and pristine white, hot Aegean breezes and the loving light of the sun.
Most of all, you will stand still and wonder at the sight of a swaying palm, that one spot on the island where gods were said to have been born and which earned this place called Delos renown for all time.
(Hymn to Delian Apollo)
|The nine Delian Lions keep a timeless watch over the Sacred Lake.|
|Part of the archeological site of Delos. Excavations continue as most of the island remains to be uncovered.|
|Terrace of a Delian house overlooking the Commercial Harbour.|
|Mosaic at the House of the Dolphins.|
|Doorway to the back of the theatre.|
|The ancient theatre of Delos. The artistic competitions of the 'Delia' were performed here.|
|Island cisterns where rain water was gathered.|
|Alleyway among the ruins of Delos.|
|Mosaic in the residential quarter.|
|Mosaic waves open to the sky.|
|Statues in the House of Cleopatra.|
|Ruins near the harbour.|
|Remains of colossal statue of Apollo (the torso).|
|Artist rendering of ancient Delos - Francesco Comi, 1995.|
|Map of the Archaeological site of Delos|
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