Deborah Oak finds a swimming pool and well-apportioned kitchen to be magical tools. This Lughnasadah, I used my iPhone, the great magical tool of the 21st Century, to ground a circle of madly scattered women, two of whom had had the ultimate 21st Century meltdown: a bloggered computer.
Forget athames, chalices, drums. Upon which modern magical tool do you depend?
The automobile. My Druid grove meets 40 miles away in another state. One family drives all the way from Allentown -- 75 miles one way. If not for my car, I'd still be hugging the oak tree up the street, all by myself.
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 . . . ."
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The automobile. My Druid grove meets 40 miles away in another state. One family drives all the way from Allentown -- 75 miles one way. If not for my car, I'd still be hugging the oak tree up the street, all by myself.
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