She is a stronger woman than I am...the pull IS stronger; I started with the autumn garlands, but then went all the way to skeletons and spider webs. Couldn't help myself this year; the veil is already so thin that I have to literally veil to do my Labyrinth walk without crying.
Glad I'm not the only one. For me, part of it is the destruction of Galveston. The collective angst resulting from Ike. but it definitely started before that. (And yes, I got my decorations out last week. Trying to resist putting them in the bay window until Oct. 1)
I've been attracted to skeletons and coffins this year in an unusually strong way. I fight with myself to not wear black everyday. Memories of those who have passed have been filling my thoughts. The need to work a ritual of change has me searching through my books, trying to develop my own casting. Hekate calls me more strongly than ever, Nebt-het appearing to me with a knowing, sad look.
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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She is a stronger woman than I am...the pull IS stronger; I started with the autumn garlands, but then went all the way to skeletons and spider webs. Couldn't help myself this year; the veil is already so thin that I have to literally veil to do my Labyrinth walk without crying.
Yes! I feel it, too. I love the season, but I'm disconcerted by its early arrival. I'm very interested if lots of Witches are noticing this...
Glad I'm not the only one. For me, part of it is the destruction of Galveston. The collective angst resulting from Ike. but it definitely started before that. (And yes, I got my decorations out last week. Trying to resist putting them in the bay window until Oct. 1)
I've been attracted to skeletons and coffins this year in an unusually strong way. I fight with myself to not wear black everyday. Memories of those who have passed have been filling my thoughts. The need to work a ritual of change has me searching through my books, trying to develop my own casting. Hekate calls me more strongly than ever, Nebt-het appearing to me with a knowing, sad look.
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