Tag: Hekate

Friday I’m In Love

Venus.  Image processing by R. Nunes.  I’ve been learning a little bit about planetary magic over the past couple of weeks, courtesy of some daily devotional work to Hekate. I had a lovely little conversation this morning with my eight-year-old son, Nathan, which reminded me…

Soteira: The Song

A while ago I wrote a poem as part of a devotional month of work undertaken by many devotees of Hekate. Titled Soteira, I always intended to turn it into a song, however the poetic structure didn’t quite fit with the music that came…

Soteira

Mirror to my soul Your twin lights guide me When I can’t decide Which path is right Cosmic world soul Heart of the universe Voice of the Heavens The Earth and the Sea. The thought and the word The void and the atom The…

Moving Hekate

As we prepare for imminent baby arrival, I’ve had to clear some of my more esoteric items out of what will soon be the nursery. It was my ‘me’ space; for meditation, solo ritual and worship. However, that won’t be practical now, and the…

I Rose

My rose was blue I stepped beneath the arch My rose was gold Or peach Softness incarnate Never crimson Never bold Tentative like my Steps. I rose beneath the arch To meet four faces Framed with snake With sea With sinister teeth With chains…

Hekate’s Foods

Mystic Living Magazine just published my article on the sacred foods of Hekate. Take a look Here!

Before the Gates

One is a source of distraction The other is a source of inspiration One wishes to see me grounded The other wonders how far I could fly Let me stand upon your shoulders Let me reach into the sky Then you can climb on…

Dadouchos

She gave me a gem A round cut diamond Yet oddly purple In the light from her torches How did she hold Two searing fires Yet stretch out her palm To show the waiting gift I knew she handed me My heart And though…

Hekate and Poseidon

Fascinating article showing the similarities and associations between Hekate and Poseidon here.

Two Hellenic Haiku

Pane parched by Helios Chariot drags clouds away Blackbird greets me.   Cold wind at new moon Stepping from the crossroads Twin torches in pale hands.

Holding Pattern

Still point, holding pattern
 At a crossroads of the heart
 Junction of the soul
 Where twin lights shine
 Forward and back
 In equal measure
 Equal; key term here.
 The key that turns
 The lock that grinds then gives
 Under pressure 
 Of will, skill…