In the ongoing discussion of Pagan ethics, Carol Christ's nine touchstones are a pretty good place to start. I'd forgotten that one of the phrases in a prayer that I pray every morning came from Christ's book.
The breath of my body will bless. The cells of my being now sing, With gratitude and reawakening. Mother, make me a perfect priestess to your service. And allow me, in all that I do today, To help to repair the web.
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 . . . ."