It's been a v dry couple of last six weeks. Until Tropical Storm Hannah. We've gotten quite a bit of rain since yesterday evening and, in an odd way, it heralds Autumn for me. September is often a rainy month here in the DC area. Spout Run was as high as I've ever seen it this afternoon.
I'm inside, with a hot cup of tea, a lap cat, and a book of poems.
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 . . . ."