The truth is that it's difficult for me to have them digging in my yard, even when I know that the result will be a lovely herb bed, with Arts & Crafts masonry, that will spread blessings and health all over my small yard. But every shovelful of dirt tugs at me and I can feel the ditch dug for the foundation of the raised bed in my own depths. I think that this is part of what the Earth demands. You can dig me, but you must dig and be dug in return.
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 . . . ."