Thank you, thank you, how charming, how enchanting. A great favorite; when my daughter played a fairy in a production of it, we had a whole raft of fairies in our woodland back yard. Our neighbors across the creek lined up along the deck railing, as mesmerized by the play of our band of fairies as ever any traveler stumbling upon such magic frolics.
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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Thank you, thank you, how charming, how enchanting. A great favorite; when my daughter played a fairy in a production of it, we had a whole raft of fairies in our woodland back yard. Our neighbors across the creek lined up along the deck railing, as mesmerized by the play of our band of fairies as ever any traveler stumbling upon such magic frolics.
Hecate, I saw this and instantly thought of you and the grandson.
http://www.sweet-juniper.com/2010/03/bomb-detroit.html
No, not THAT kind of bomb!
A seedbomb. A chunk of soil, local wildflower seeds, a bit of fertilizer, wrapped up in a hardened clay shell.
And what child doesn't like getting his hands dirty with grandma?
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