Out of the chaos of my doubt And the chaos of my art I turn to you inevitably As the needle to the pole Turns . . . as the cold brain to the soul Turns in its uncertainty;
So I turn and long for you; So I long for you, and turn To the love that through my chaos Burns a truth, And lights my path.
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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