Introducing Hecate

Hecate is the Greek goddess of crossroads, of the underworld, of magic and the moon. She is mostly associated with the darker aspects of the feminine divine, however, historically Hecate is a triple goddess of birth, fertility and maturity. An underworld deity, she also rules the mystery of all that exists in our subconscious minds and hearts, just beyond our immediate knowing and feeling. In Greek mythology Hecate is said to take her place in the underworld alongside the gods Thanatos, a deity of death, Hypnos, a deity of sleep, and Morpheus, a deity of dreams. The night-time sky is the sphere of Hecate’s influence and she is well-regarded as a patron of witches, both in the ancient world and today.

As witches when we tap into Hecate’s energies, we evolve our abilities to create magic. She reminds us we are all multifaceted beings and how we should respect and honour each one of our own facets, the strong and the not so strong.

Table of correspondences for Hecate

  • Symbols: night-time sky, crossroads, the broom and the cauldron
  • Tools; the cauldron, the magic mirror, and divination tools
  • Essences and Herbs: camphor, jasmine and water-lily.
  • Direction: inward
  • Animal totems: owl, boar, horse and dog
  • Stones; amethyst and mother pf pearl
  • Food: apple and pomegranate
  • Hecate rules: hidden mysteries, old age, wisdom, secrets, birth, death, the underworld, midwifery, divination and herbalism

To honour Hecate, following the Roman custom, go to a crossroads at midnight and leave an offering of an apple and a black candle. Walk away from the offering without looking back, intoning her holy name, Heh-KAH-tay, until you feel the goddess with you and surrounding you. Consider how you could best serve her, and ask her what it would take to live through her energy. Take time to listen for her answer. Honour Hecate’s presence by considering the mystery behind every aspect of your daily life and perhaps that of the people you meet.

Spark

Form: Heroic Sonnet

The darkness of depression holds my hand
Embracing me here where I cannot stand
And my eyes of tears cannot see the way
To lead me out into the light of day
There is no place that I can go, not now
For darkness holds me as if in a vow
All my hope is gone, all my hope is spent
And I’m longing for that long descent
I hear their voices like a tidal wave
I’m not convinced, I’m not worthy to save
With nothing to say my last breaths must come
The eternal darkness taking me home
But in my mind there is a spark of light
And in my heart she’s my reason to fight

©JGFarmer2021

A-Z Challenge – O is for Owl

Our Eyes Open


Last October, the theme for Bird Weekly Photo Challenge was Owls. Read about them here.

Great Horned Owl

Great Horned Owls usually adopt a nest that was originally built by another species, often an abandoned Red-tailed Hawk or other hawk species. They could be nests by crows, ravens, herons and squirrels. These owls may also use cavities in live trees, deserted buildings, cliff ledges and man-made platforms. The clutch size is 1-4 eggs that incubate for 30-37 days.

Top photo was Mama & one of the owlets in a large oak tree at Fort Matanzas National Monument in St. Augustine several years ago. The tree did not survive Hurricane Matthew in 2016. Bottom photo was Mama with her two owlet chicks nesting in a large oak tree at La Chua Trail (Paynes Prairie State Park) in Gainesville, Florida just last year.

See other Bird Babies on the Bird Weekly Challenge…

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Question

A Garret Poet

Form: Malaysian Sonnet

Sweet thoughts drift over the old movie scene
Without understanding what it could mean
With flickerings of something floating by
Seeking answers in the place in-between
Hard reality and a dreamer's sigh
This black and white story an empty try
A distraction as tears of the past flow
On a lonely night when fantasies fly
Yet crying tears are letting it all go
The fears and doubts the heart should never know
Released on the wind of a winter's rain
So the soul can feel that beautiful glow.
When a broken heart carries so much pain
Can a lover learn to feel love again?

Photo by Porapak Apichodilok on Pexels.com

©JGFarmer2009

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Guiding Line

A Garret Poet

Form: Mabini Sonnet

A man has a rule by which he lives by
A guiding line that keeps him to his path
Yet still he falls into the aftermath
His honour lost within the tears that cry
Somehow he builds his life again, from what?
The shards of pain as that's all he has got
He'll hold to his rule until he comes to die
And as a man I know the reason why
I have my rule that keeps my spirit strong
As it leads me through life even when wrong
And I have to find a new way to try
My golden rule held deep inside my soul
And it echoes round me keeping me whole
My rule is love, and one I must apply

Photo by Daria Liudnaya on Pexels.com

©JGFarmer2016

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