Wake up in the morning. Ground. Make coffee. Ground. Pray to Goddess doing ablutions, ground. Walk on treadmill. Ground. Drink more coffee. Feed birds. Ground. Drive to work. Connect with Spout Run. Connect with Potomac River. Ground. Connect with weeds alongside ramp to Roosevelt Bridge. Ground. Talk to homeless vet and give him roast potatoes, knitted hat, or money. Ground. Go through email. Ground.
Who hit me over the head with the lucky stick and made me so lucky? Because every day when I wake up I realize, "I love my life."
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 . . . ."