I left work early yesterday to go to one of my favorite sit-and-watch places alongside the Potomac. This was obviously the day that the caterpillars burst forth from their nests. They were ALL OVER the place and they crawled all over me while I was taking pictures. Ducks on the river swam over to see if I'd brought them anything to eat.
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 . . . ."