He's definitely not my first, second, or even third choice to be the Democratic nominee (hint: Worst.Secretary.of.Energy.Ever), but I got a letter from Bill Richardson seeking donations today and, on the envelope, it says: The war in Iraq is not the disease. Iraq is a symptom. The disease is arrogance.
I think that's almost right. The difference is that I think arrogance, as well, is a symptom. It's a symptom of patriarchy.
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 . . . ."