She lives inside us, smiles at us upon occasion, goads us on. She's the perfect witch, the one you want to be someday, the one who drew you to the Craft. Yours may be a bit more shamanic than mine. Mine may be a bit fussier about herbs than yours. Your friend's may live more in an estuary and spend more time on watery pursuits, while my favorite author's perfect witch may be more ceremonial than your sister's kitchen witch. Yours may wear more eye make up than mine, while mine may be more goth than your coven's Celtic medieval matron. But we all have her.
And I'm willing to bet that, whoever she is, she grounds. She may be a traveling minstrel, but she brings her home with her wherever she goes. As soon as anyone meets her, they feel safe, they feel that things are under control, they feel that growth is possible.
She may live in a garden apartment or a snug cottage or the back of her car. But it's a welcoming space and she has all her materials to hand.
Too many Pagans, IMHO, fall short of her in part, at least, because they fail to regularly ground. How are your finances? Where are your personal files? What shape is your kitchen in? What shape are you in? How grounded is your life? You got a will? You know how many months you could go w/o an income? You got a back up plan? You got your files backed up? Do you have a plan to pay off your mortgage, student loans, other financial debts? Is your living space conducive to your spiritual practice or does it war against you?
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 . . . ."