Sabbats

Persephone

I was just my mother’s daughter. You may think that being the daughter of a goddess is all frolicking and flower picking and ambrosia and harps.  Okay, it is all that. And it’s living life in the shadows—someone else’s shadow at that.  A big, fat, Olympian, grain-filled, fertile shadow. I couldn’t exactly say that to Demeter.  She’s too busy …

Persephone Read More »