A Veil So Thin, It's Like Cobwebs And Moonlight And Frost
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My personal Samhain was last night...the first full moon in the sunsign of Scorpio. I slept outdoors on the ground on my Labyrinth, with the books listing the dead of the war beside me. I feel peaceful and stilled this morning, as if I offloaded a ton of anger and grief. I feel like I could walk invisibly anywhere today...as if the veil still hides me.
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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My personal Samhain was last night...the first full moon in the sunsign of Scorpio. I slept outdoors on the ground on my Labyrinth, with the books listing the dead of the war beside me. I feel peaceful and stilled this morning, as if I offloaded a ton of anger and grief. I feel like I could walk invisibly anywhere today...as if the veil still hides me.
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