September 24th, 2011
calling for Hecate help
I’ve dreamt about Hecate many times in my life but not recently. She is always dangerous, but like a “pet” lion, purrs something fierce and when she loves you, will crawl right up into your lap. Of course she, like a lion, is a bit big for a lap-kitty, but love is love.
I went to a poetry reading the other night. The author was reading from a new work of hers in which she explores the relationship between Demeter and Persephone and the consequences to each of them of Persephone’s capture, rape and later marriage to and by Hades. And does it in the setting of the contemporary world.
No comment on the poetry except that it was great and the reading was fun. But the poet’s perspective excluded Hecate, and while is perfectly fine to concentrate on two of the three women involved in that myth, I haven’t been able to let go of Hecate’s absence. In other words, she’s baaaaaaaaaaaack.
The question that bothers? What was Hecate thinking agreeing to (instigating?) that rape and forced marriage? She’s no kindly old lady, for sure. In fact, in some of my dreams she is a rather vicious young woman, at least when bothered or attacked. But kidnapping? By a guy she had to know was lonely, weak and not all that reflective and as a consequence would beat the crap out of his “wife” to be?
The woman I know from my dreams might be violent on occasion (in one dream she pushed this part of me off a spiral staircase to her death), but she is in no way a betrayer of women. A surgeon maybe. Anyway….
The help I am requesting is your knowledge and experience with the Hecate stories. There is something…..
In the comments here or email me—mary@tailfeather.ca
August 12th, 2009
Mythologizing our past and its consequences
I was never able to read the Little House on the Prairie series, but when I came upon an article called Wilder Women: The mother and daughter behind the Little House stories, I took the time to read it before going to work.
I was glad I did, although I found it oddly depressing to have my sense of the perils of deprivation with respect to the human spirit so rewarded.
The Little House books always seemed to me to be an inaccurate reflection of what hardship actually makes of people. Those characters were always so good, so kind, and having lived around people in poverty and suffering from social and intellectual deprivation for much of my life, my experience is that whilst there are always flashes of kindness that come from even the nastiest of human beings, for the most part this kind of physical and social poverty makes of people’s spirits small bitter walnuts. I realize that makes me seem cynical and it may be so, but it could also be that I am correct in my assessment.
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