I was thinking of the olive groves on the way down to Elafonissos on far southwestern Crete, the meandering fertile valleys of the uplands, the bleeched white and yellow limestone coves of turquoise sea... it is a place that pulls you in magnetically. She is both on land and in the sacred grotto, the sea where it becomes the olive grove... perhaps it is the white mountains above, or Mount Shasta as it looks from the valley by Redding...