One goes in straightforward ways, One in a circle roams: One waits for a girl of his long gone days, Or for returning home. But I do go -- and woe is there -- By a way nor straight, nor broad, But into never and nowhere, Like trains -- off the railroad.
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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She never fails.
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