A Little Mythology

 I ran across this in Barbara O'Neal's book, The Goddesses of Kitchen Avenue about the goddesses Hecate: 

Hecate completes the goddess triad of the Maiden (Persephonje) the mother (Demeter) and the wise woman (Hecate). She walks between the seen and the unseen world but resides in neither, carrying a flaming torch so she can see where others can’t—into the human psyche.

She is accompanied by her dog (or horse), her sacred animals, and offers her magical protection in times of danger. If you have that sense of foreboding sitting in your solar plexus, it may be that you are standing at a crossroad and are unsure about where you need to go next.

Rest assured that Hecate is walking alongside you, carrying her torch with which to guide you.”

--www.goddess.com.au 

 

 

I questioned O'Neal's use of the goddesses, not as sorcery, but as representations of the stages of a woman's life, maiden, mother and wise woman. Perhaps that is why it stuck with me.

The Present Doesn't Predict the Future

Find a little sweetness and pass it on.

 

 

The future never comes because when it's here, it's today. 

 

Today is fresh, new, beautiful. I want to believe it's a fresh start. Since I'm writing this, I can say whatever I want. If you want to listen to me, come on in, it's a great day to be alive.

 

About aging, what can I say? I got so excited when I began reading Christiane Northrup's book, Goddesses Don't Age, and thought, Wow, we need this. We need women encouraging each other to be strong,  not to accept standard views, to stay ageless."

 

We can't really be ageless; the body goes on with its changes, but our attitudes affect that, and our attitudes can be ageless. We can stop saying things such as "At my age." We can stop giving our age entirely.

 

When someone asked my mother-in-law her age, she would say, " I forgive you for asking that personal question." I thought I was following her example, but a doctor's office is different, isn't it?

 

Once, I gave my age to my Naturopath. I figured she knew anyway, but she hadn't done the math or even looked at the number. I don't know why I gave away that information, except we were talking about my recent birthday. 

 

She whipped out a Polst page--I didn't know what that was, but I soon learned that it is an advance directive of what I want if a medical team finds me unconscious, or not able to speak for myself.  (It stands for Provider Orders for Sustaining Treatment)  I was totally insulted. 

 

A Polst is a good idea, but at that moment I knew that she saw me differently. Before, we were contemporaries, but now I'm older. See, people, even doctors, judge you by your age.

So, people, we need to stick together. We need to encourage each other to live in an aura of agelessness. 

 

That's my desire.