I'm not sure whether my brilliant friend Gromit or his lovely and accomplished wife, Dr. Mrs. Gromit, took this picture, but I love it and it's stayed with me for days since he first posted it. A whole lot of my life was like this. Walking through fields of absolute gold under threatening skies.
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 . . . ."