We overcome this wind. We desire the rain to fall, that it be poured in showers quickly. Ah, thou rain, I adjure thee fall. If thou rainest, it is well. A drizzling confusion. If it rains and our food ripes, it is well. If the young men sing, it is well. A drizzing confusion. If our grain ripens, it is well. If our women rejoice, If the children rejoice, if the young men sing, If the aged rejoice, An overflowing in the granary. A torent in flow. If the wind veers to the south, it is well. If the rain veers to the south, it is well.
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 . . . ."