Today is January 20, 2008. On January 20, 2009, George W. Bush will get on a helicopter and head the fuck out of Washington, D.C., likely for Crawford, or Kennebunkport, or Paraguay, or some other Goddess-forsaken place. Three hundred sixty-five days to go. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
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 . . . ."