I woke up this morning to see the squirrels digging holes all over my front lawn, burying the first of this year's acorns. I love to watch them, even though I know they're not good for my lawn. Isn't it funny how some people say that humans are the only animals that "plan ahead" and "understand temporality"? The squirrels were having so much fun doing what they do. It made me think.
There are a lot of really crappy things going on in the world right now. It can be easy to forget that we do have cause to celebrate, as well. HoJo Lieberman got his ass handed to him by the bloggers and netroots this week. The polls for this November could hardly be more promising. A mere 33 percent of Americans approve of George Bush's handling of EVERYTHING from the war in Iraq to his dog Barney. Thanks primarily to Al Gore, more and more people are waking up to the need to take global climate change seriously.
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 . . . ."