My dreams last night were full of really aggressive fauns, both old and young. I kept telling Son to get G/Son inside. Funny time for fauns to fill my sleep.
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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Pan seems to be showing up for me every where of late. I feel as if he has chosen me. A girl could do a hellava lot worse for a God to worship.
Don't mind that faun ;)
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