Author Archives: Hecate Demeter

Smart People Doing Smart Things

Several of my friends have been doing some amazing things lately.

Dio talks about  astrology in the time of COVID.

Gwendolyn teaches witchcraft like you’ve never heard it before:

Words for Wednesday

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In the Mushroom Summer

Colorado turns Kyoto in a shower,
mist in the pines so thick the crows delight
(or seem to), winging in obscurity.
The ineffectual panic of a squirrel
who chattered at my passing gave me pause
to watch his Ponderosa come and go—
long needles scratching cloud. I’d summited
but knew it only by the wildflower meadow,
the muted harebells, paintbrush, gentian,
scattered among the locoweed and sage.
Today my grief abated like water soaking
underground, its scar a little path
of twigs and needles winding ahead of me
downhill to the next bend. Today I let
the rain soak through my shirt and was unharmed.
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Picture found here.

Monday at the Movies

I need something light, funny, witty.  What about you?

COVID Folklore

https://player.vimeo.com/video/415244305

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what the “lesson” for humanity will be out of this pandemic.  We don’t always, we humans, take home the right lesson.  After the Spanish Flu, we had the roaring 20s — stock market bubbles, the Great Gatsby, and a turn to hedonism.  But out “at the edges,” important things were happening.  Jazz.  Votes for Women.  The Harlem Renaissance.  A blossoming labor movement in the US.

Folklore is where we often go to store the true messages of our time.  Watch out for people selling magic beans.  You can’t hide your children away from the world.  Be kind to the old woman you meet in the forest.  And I’ve been thinking about the folklore that will come out of this Time of COVID, Time of the Mad King, Time of a Reckoning with the Civil War.

Martin Shaw is thinking about it, too.

https://player.vimeo.com/video/415244305

What do you think?

Words for Wednesday

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For Elaine.

Blessing

~ John O’Donohue

On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.

And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets into you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green
and azure blue,
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.

And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.

Picture found here.

What’s the Gossip in Your Neighborhood?

Here in the Shenandoah Valley, the Summer wildflowers have replaced the Spring ephemerals.  Yesterday I saw mullein and ditch lilies.

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Monday at the Movies

Great actors, beautiful costumes, and an inspiring story.  I enjoyed this a lot.

What Gwendolyn Reece Said

Words for Wednesday

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More than Enough

~ Marge Piercy

The first lily of June opens its red mouth.
All over the sand road where we walk
multiflora rose climbs trees cascading
white or pink blossoms, simple, intense
the scene drifting like colored mist.
The arrowhead is spreading its creamy
clumps of flower and the blackberries
are blooming in the thickets. Season of
joy for the bee. The green will never
again be so green, so purely and lushly
new, grass lifting its wheaty seedheads
into the wind. Rich fresh wine
of June, we stagger into you smeared
with pollen, overcome as the turtle
laying her eggs in roadside sand.

 

Picture found here.

Happy Bloomsday

All acts of love and pleasure are rituals of the Goddess.