I am so blessed! My partner and I started the day with a trip to the farmer's market. If there ever was an urban pagan place of worship, it's got to be the farmer's market. The Goddess appeared in the the baby lettuce and the chantrelle mushrooms on Saturday.
I'm blessed with two wonderful farmers' markets: the Dupont Circle market near my office (where, yeah, I'm often found on the weekend) and the Falls Church farmers' market near my home, where I collected signatures this Summer to get Hillary on the ballot here in Virginia, and where I bought squash and apples and organic cheese and swiss chard with a rainbow of stems this weekend.
Farmers' markets give you a chance to buy locally-grown, in-season food, often from small farms that use organic, sustainable practices. And, Sweet Goddess, the sensual pleasure of walking through, seeing the colors and shapes, tasting the samples of cheese and bread and jam, smelling the cider, and buying the v., v. first forsythias, lilacs, peonies, . . . .
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 . . . ."