Someone that I love recently noted that DC has now, under the Obama administration, which won't even bother to put a "No taxation w/o representation" plate on its cars, been able to do some of the things that it wants to do. One of those things has been to, in the face of large objections from the patriarchs at Catholic Charities, allow people who are in love to get married. That's a v good thing. It's v good.
I live on the Potomac watershed, in the larger-than-life shadow cast by Columbia, atop the Capitol Buiding. I am quite glad that DC is now, also, a place where people who love each other can get married, even if the patriarchy has shit fits.
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 . . . ."