Why? Because You Had Something More Important To Figure Out First?
When I visited Toronto in July 2000, astrologer Richard Geer asked me, "What are the conditions you'd need in your world in order to feel like you were living in paradise?"
"Let me get back to you on that," I said at the time.
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."
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