Underneath her blanket of ice and snow, Mother Earth is doing amazing things. Here's one of my Midnight Mystic black hyacinths peaking up from under the snow.
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The first stirrings of life in the midst of Winter are always a reminder for me of the potentials and blessings hiding just out of sight in the dark night of the soul that each of us goes through at some time or another.
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 first stirrings of life in the midst of Winter are always a reminder for me of the potentials and blessings hiding just out of sight in the dark night of the soul that each of us goes through at some time or another.
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