Hades Day 5

Hades Day 5

Charon is the ferryman of the dead, serving to carry souls across the river Acheron to the Underworld. In order to board Charon's ferry, a soul must receive a proper burial and have one coin to pay for passage -- in the ancient world, these coins were placed under the tongue of the dead as part of funeral rites. If these conditions were unmet, the dead could not cross to Hades, and were fated to walk the earthly side of the Acheron as ghosts.

Hades Day 4

Hades Day 4

Hades' parents are the Titan gods Kronos and Rhea. Fearing a prophecy that he would be deposed by one of his own children, Kronos swallowed them all just after their birth (with the exception of Zeus). Hades was his firstborn, thus swallowed first, and regurgitated last...

Hades Day 2

Hades Day 2

Like many young people, I grew up on a steady diet of myth and story. Greek mythology was a cornerstone of this diet; one of my oldest memories is piling into the elementary school gymnasium on a rainy day to watch Clash of the Titans with my classmates. (The, ahem, 1981 version. Yes, I am *that old*.) My first awareness of Hades, and most of the Hellenic pantheon, came from exposure to the classics in school. 

Hades Day 1

Hades Day 1

Hades, according to ancient Greek mythology, is the ruler of the Underworld and Lord of the Dead. Being chthonic, or underground, he is also the god of all the riches that come from beneath the earth: precious stones and minerals, as well as rich and fertile soil. He and his brothers, Zeus and Poseidon, divide amongst themselves the three realms of the skies, oceans and the Underwold. 

Descent Journey

A Collective Dreaming Poem, Inspired by Persephone

Black and shimmering, a shrouded woman
Beckons me to take the journey down to
Where Shades kiss me on the forehead
Gifts are not always obvious at first glance –
Crossing a river, making a long journey
Sometimes fills me with a fear that makes it hard to breathe...

Meeting Bhuvaneswari

Meeting Bhuvaneswari

As She gently withdraws Her hand, you notice a gossamer tapestry hangs near the dais; it is the great cosmic fabric woven by Bhuvaneshwari. The Goddess plucks a thread from Her tapestry and ties it around your wrist, her piercing red eyes looking deep into your own. She has a gift for you, a small token, and She places it gently in your hand. You stand in Her presence, awed, as She communicates to you without words...

Seedlings

Seedlings

Happy Beltane Season, Beloveds! In this season of green growth and unfurling energies, we've been busy tending new seedlings for our land. Each day, I've eagerly watched the magic right happen before my eyes, as tiny green sprouts burst through dark soil. Tending to these tiny beings has gifted me with some valuable insights, which [...]