Someone misguided once described the human body as an ugly bag of mostly water. But, it isn't, you know. It's really an amazing and lovely incorporation of the principle of vulnerability. And, you can't spend much of your life practicing magic without coming to the realization that the human body is a rather well-suited vehicle for concentrating magic into a form in which it can, also, change this world.
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 . . . ."