Not for the first time, and likely not for the last, I underestimated how long it would take me to recover from surgery and overestimated my ability to get through a v. hectic week, IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWING SURGERY. Not sure why that came as a surprise to me.
One bad side effect is that I haven't had as much time to blog as I'd like. I'm going to steal an idea from Diane Sylvan: ask me some questions, and I'll tell you no lies. Leave your questions in the comments section and I'll take one or two a day and try to answer them.
Meanwhile, any day that begins at the Supreme Court and ends watching "Elmo's Potty Time" with G/Son is a day that reminds me of one basic fact: I love my life.
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 . . . ."