Fireflies and summer sun in circles round we become as one. Singing songs at magick’s hour we bring the winds and timeless powers. Turning inward, hand in hand we dance the hearth to heal the land. Standing silent, beneath the sky we catch the fire from out God’s eye. Swaying breathless, beside the sea we call the Goddess so mote it be!
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 . . . ."