Today, while I was at work, the sun shone on the crocuses in my front flower bed and they bloomed! Purple, gold, and white; they're the most welcome things that I've seen in such a long time! Other things are beginning to poke their heads up through the dirt to soak up the sun, day lillies and daffodils and some parsley.
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 . . . ."