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hiketeria

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“On 6 Mounychion, the spring month named after Artemis Mounychia, a procession of girls walked to the Delphinion. Each girl carried an olive twig bound with white wool, the hiketeria (‘suppliant’s twig).” — Erika Simon, Festivals of Attica

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Deipnon

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(Candle: Rosarium Blends. Statue: Jeff Cullen Artistry.)

Come, graciously hear my call,
You who oversees the wide world of the night,
darkness voyaging Goddess; famed, easy-birthing, bull-faced, horned,
mother of Gods and men, Nature’s All-Mother
.

(Source: Hellenic Polytheism: Household Worship)

Image: Io Hekate

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Ornamental stone from the Eleusis archaeological site, 2008.

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“What knowledge the people have forgotten is remembered by the land.”

— Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass

Soundgarden, “Rusty Cage”

When Chris Cornell died earlier this year I had to put this song on repeat as loud as I could stand. The sheer feralness of it, the substrate of wild nature in both the music and the lyrics, that amazing guitar riff…Io.

hiketeria

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Hail Artemis
Lady of the Wild
Lady of Beasts
Mountain Dancer
Leader of Nymphs
Huntress
Arrow-showering One

I come to you now as I do every month at this time
With offerings of evergreen branches
Of water and flame
I ask your protection on my path, torch-bearer, illuminer
And protection for the wild young on the edge of winter
And protection for my family’s children, my friends’ children, for all children
And those taken untimely by illness or violence or accident
Take them in your train
Lead them on safe paths
Let them find good water and a place to rest and peace

This I ask of you, O Goddess of the grove and of the childbed
And I will remember you again.

Image: Bear Tracks

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Black bear tracks, Oregon Dunes, October 2017

Io Artemis Brauronia.

Mary Oliver, Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Migrating Geese - panoramio

Dionysia

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Altar to Dionysus and Rhea, for a ritual of sacrifice and release. There was a burn ban on and we had to get creative with illumination. Hence the glowsticks.

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