I know that one is supposed to pretend otherwise, but I love birthdays. I love to make a fuss when family and friends have birthdays, and I love my own. Everyone deserves at least one day a year to celebrate the fact that they were lucky enough to incarnate on this breathtaking Goddess of a planet and that they've made it for another trip around the sun.
I'm 55 today, and proud of every single wrinkle, grey hair, and scar.
Like a lot of people, I do a reading for myself on my birthday, asking for some guidance for the coming year. (I want to make each one count!)
This year, I pulled:
A quality I need to foster this year: Playfulness
A Goddess with whom I need to develop a deeper relationship: Pele
My body/health/physical existence: Page of Pentacles
My job: 3 of Cups
My family/home/garden: The Star
My spiritual life & circle: The World
If you feel inclined, I'd welcome your readings in comments. May you, too, enjoy many wonderful birthdays!
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 . . . ."