Ah, synchronicity! The Goddess' gift and most effective way of thwacking her children! On the heels of the NYT article on harps in emergency rooms comes M. Macha Nightmare's blog about playing ocharinas for the dying. I'd completely forgotten until this very moment that my dad used to play the ocharina. I wonder whatever happened to that small brown clay jug?
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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