Here I Stand....

"Standin' on the edge of something much too deep
It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
We are screaming inside, but we can't be heard..." Sarah McLachlan, I Will Remember You

....will you join me?

I started this blog a few years ago when I was on the threshold of menopause. Now that I've passed through that particular gate, I found two more awaiting me... one called "Divorce" and the other "Breast Cancer." This is my journey through both.

I appreciate the company of friends.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Honoring Hecate

Tonight, I gathered roses.  I plucked all the heads of the dead and dying roses as the gray sky darkened above the trees.... a crone's sky if ever I saw one.  There's a full moon somewhere behind all the clouds tonight, but Hecate is the goddess of the Dark Moon.  The dark gray blank above my head felt right, somehow, as ashen and dull as the face of a hag. 

I carried my roses, white and pink, scarlet and purple, trailing petals, down to the place where the driveway bridges a brook.  Whoever built this house had some sense of how energy with a capital E works - one must cross running water at least twice to reach the house.  On the bridge, on the driveway, in that place which is neither one place nor another, neither fully earth or air or water, but merely serves as the connecting space between two places, I left my offering of roses. 

I stood awhile, offering my intention, listening to the silence.  When I was ready to go back to the house, I turned to see the how those loose petals I'd dropped before spread out like a bridal path.  

Blessed be.


  1. I honored this day with a candle, prayerful incense throughout my little hut and unique (though joined) prayers for every room … and outdoors too.

  2. How beautiful. I honored yesterday by sitting in quiet contemplation of my life so far, and what I would like for it to become from this point on. A mental crossroads of sorts.


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