Talking to Son on the phone and, in the background, G/Son is pulling some books off the bookshelf. Son tries to take one away, saying, "Only grownups can have Nietzsche." G/Son: "I want Neeche! I want Neeche!" Me: "Oh give him Nietzsche." Son: "You spoil him, Mom. Nietzsche is for grownups."
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 . . . ."