Hail Hekate!
Hail Hekate Agroterra!
Huntress, you who are Mistress of Beasts,
Present in all cycles of life,
Who, with your golden arrows, are in control.
It was you who wove our souls into physical form,
And who will be there at our descendant’s final breath.
Be with us now,
As we step into these changes.
Assist us, comfort us, guide as,
As we navigate in this difficult time.
Hail Hekate Agroterra!
Hail Hekate!
Little things sitting around
Call to mind fond memories
Of those held dear.
An old picture from years gone by
Prompts thoughts from my childhood
Of my beloved Nana.
Living next door to her, there were
Many cherished moments spent with her.
Her sweetness still remembered
From a kind woman who always said,
If you have nothing nice to say
Say nothing at all.
Tea and raisin cookies
Do they even make them anymore?
Sitting in her kitchen sipping from a saucer.
With added milk and sugar
A sweet treat to enjoy
As we talked about our days.
Or after dinner each night
My brother and I running next door
Screaming, “I scream, you scream,
we all scream for ice cream.”
Vanilla it was every time,
Topped with chocolate sauce, of course.
Many years later, I happened
to take a friend to meet her,
How amazed I was to suddenly hear
this tiny woman discussing the stock market
Flashing back because to me
baby talk was her way.
At that moment, I saw her in a new way
She outlived her parents and siblings all
Two husbands, and both her children, as well.
With her kindness and deep love
This sweet woman held fast to a strength
That sustained her for almost one hundred years.
How funny, I thought, surprises
As I slipped the LP out of the jacket cover
To play it for the first time in five years.
How could I have forgotten that?
What other slips of things lie forgotten
only to be brought forth
as if from nowhere?
If I tell you what I feel
Don’t be offended or take on some sort of guilt.
If I tell you what I feel
Don’t think that my feelings imply blame.
If my feelings rise to the surface
Allow space for the thought that they are mine
For in their expression, simply wish to be spoken.
As I learn to tell you my feelings
I will search for an honesty of expression
Sharing – simply sharing what is felt.
For without words coming to the surface
there will never be a way to know me.
I don’t know where I came from – really
Except that this form birthed from my mother’s womb.
I don’t know really – what comes after my body is no longer
able to hold who I think I am.
I don’t know really – what I am supposed to do
With this life I have been given
Except to be open to whatever comes along
or to what I create.
I don’t know really – where anything comes from
Or is going.
I do know really – that we all came from the same source
And will always be together.
When I deeply listen to you
It is as though
All the walls I have built around myself
Disappear.
That space between us
No longer exists
As a boundary between strangers.
The oneness of who we are
And the whole of who we are
Creates new patterns of being.
When I deeply listen to you
Understanding and a deep knowing
of our shared experience
Connects me to you in a way that is holy.
Oh, that my eyes be open
May I see to every side
Above and below me
Within and all about.
May my words speak my feelings
So that you can understand
The depth of my emotion
My joy and yes, my pain.
Oh that my heart be open
To give and to receive
May love be what moves me
in all that I can be
As the hawk flies above me,
May I be like he
My far seeing eyes missing nothing
As far as I can see.
As the sweet rose before me
Unfolds as it must
May I open fully
In love and in trust
As water flows over rocks
And down this wide stream
May words come like healing
Through prayers and in dreams
Widgets and gidgets and wickety pop
Things I have and things I got.
Things of beauty and works of art
Things of which I am a part.
All collected and put away
To savor and hold another day.
Books and papers and magical things
Beads and baubles and silver rings,
All mementos of yesterday.
I touch and hold and wish to play
And dance the music of the past
All saved to make my memories last.
Wrapping and boxing I recall
Dreams and lovers, good times all.
Friends and happenings all come clear
These are things that make life dear.
So I’ll keep them a little bit longer
To make the future that much stronger
If I remember what’s said and done.
Then I’ll not fear what’s yet to come.
listen listen listen to my heart song
women singing, dancing round
moving in counter-circles
facing with eyes meeting
listen listen listen to my heart song
I will never forget you I will never forsake you
suddenly, our eyes connecting
after seven years my heart lurches
a sob escapes
what is this?
and the dance moves on
tears form and fall
love lost memories now escaping not forgotten
our eyes meeting so fast so quick
long lost
I will never forget you
I will never forsake you
listen listen listen to my heart song
~ Deanne Goddess Festival 2008 ~
My Soul is one with Source.
My Body, one with the Earth.
My Spirit is my joyous connection between the two.
I am perfect just as I am.
I am guided by my Spirit
And my Spirit walks in the Light.
I enjoy perfect health
And all that I need and desire is mine.
The Universe offers richness of experience
And it is mine to enjoy.
I send love to those I love.
I send love to those
Whose actions have caused me pain.
I send love to my community.
This love goes to all regardless of the lives they live
For I have no wish to sit in judgment.
I send love to the nation
To those in power and those they serve.
I send love to the world
To those who control and to those controlled.
I send joy to those I love.
I send joy to those
Whose actions have caused me pain.
I send joy to my community.
This joy goes to all regardless of the lives they live
For I have no wish to sit in judgment.
I send joy to the nation,
To those in power and those they serve.
I send joy to the world,
To those who control and to those controlled.
I see healthy food on every table.
I see clean water for all to drink.
I see pure air for all to breathe.
I see a world where peace resides,
Where kindness is shared with all.
I see a world where women are not treated as less than
Nor their bodies abused by those who need to dominate.
I see a world where all children are safe from predators
And who can once more play in nature, unafraid.
I see people of all color,
People of all faiths,
People of all sexual orientation
Living compassionately side by side.
I see children in every land
Whose bodies are healthy and plump.
I see mothers and fathers living in peace.
I see myself, my heart overflowing with love
Sharing with others for the joy that it brings.
I see you my friends, at my side
Living and laughing and loving
And knowing that all is well.
Deanne Quarrie October 2011