Showing posts with label autumn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label autumn. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

My Equinox Celebration in Pictures

I was up in Asheville this weekend working on our tiny house.  Since I was there just a day after the Equinox, I wanted to pour libations and present offerings to Persephone at her Glade.

I offered her some local Asheville beer, the Highland Brewery Octoberfest, Clawhammer. Since craft beer is one of my favorite things, it seems very appropriate for me to offer it to the Goddess.  The autumn seasonal beer was perfect.  I poured most of it out for, her but I certainly had a few sips myself.  I also picked her a small bouquet of purple wildflowers.  I placed the offerings at the base of her statue in the glade.

A really cool black pointy spider had set up shop on the statue as well.  I considered removing her, but somehow she seemed to belong and Persephone didn't seem to mind the company.  I did find out that this kind of spider is called a Spined Micrathena and apparently their are really common. And I just love their name.  Apparently, only the females make webs and all of the ones I seem to walk into with my face are Micrathena webs. 
And to to honor Persephone and the changing season, I wanted to repost this poem. 

Little girl running
Blonde to her autumn mother
Dancing among the daffodils
Embracing butterflies
Little girl laughing
Springtime laughing

Womanhood come little girl
Blossoming to fullness
Breasts and hips and legs
All full, beautiful
Little girl grown
Summer laughing

Then He come up
Man, misunderstood
Not the mother love
Daughter love
And with him is wed
Autumn laughing

The underworld reached
Little girl becomes queen
Queen of darkness
Last face of sweetness
Little girl is the wise one
Winter laughing

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Autumn in the Air

Even here in Atlanta, I am starting to feel the pull of the seasons. I didn't intend to be away from this blog for so long, but there are just so many other things going on. We have been making a push to finish the Tumbleweed House so it is 100% inhabitable by next Spring.We are also getting ready for our trip to South Africa, which is feel is being looked after by a very different Goddess.  But I still can't deny the beauty of the Autumn Equinox as the time where Persephone descends once again into the Underworld to be with her husband. 

I thought, to honor the turning of the season I would provide a "Greatest Hits" of the past posts on this topic.

Like the song Meet Me on the Equinox by Death Cab for Cutie. Just pretend it isn't tied into the movie Twilight.


There is also the post I did last year on the Equinox.  I had woven a crude crown of orange flowers and placed them on Persephone to honor her return to the Underworld.

And I always do enjoy a good seasonal recipe from the Greek cookbook.

And, last year I also posted this photo I took of Persephone up at the land in Asheville.

And not to mention, the Autumn Equinox marks the two year anniversary of this blog. 

So, Praise Persephone and this changing season. Rejoice in her descent. I leave you with this poem, my favorite by John Keats; To Autumn.

TO AUTUMN.
                                            1.
    SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
        Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
    Conspiring with him how to load and bless
        With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
    To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
        And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
            To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
    With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
        And still more, later flowers for the bees,
        Until they think warm days will never cease,
            For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
                                            2.
    Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
        Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
    Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
        Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
    Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
        Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
            Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
    And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
        Steady thy laden head across a brook;
        Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
            Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
                                            3.
    Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
        Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
    While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
        And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue;
    Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
        Among the river sallows, borne aloft
            Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
    And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
        Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
        The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
           And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

A Persephone for All Seasons

I just wanted to share some photos of Persephone in North Carolina.

Starting with Autumn.  I was just in Asheville this past weekend and I loved the soft blanket of leaves around her feet.  





And then the winter comes. Persephone becomes contemplative. 



But Spring does come again.  (This is the only photograph I didn't take, it was taken by a friend last Spring Equinox)

Spring leads to the lush green summer celebration of life.

And the season cycle begins again.  

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Vivaldi Autumn and Sand Animation

It is kind of long, but it is lovely.



I actually would have loved to see the entire sand art display in progress instead of edited to go with the music. 

Thursday, September 23, 2010

One Year

Today marks the one year anniversary of this blog.  When I started it, I don't think I was consciously aware that I had begun so close to the Autumn Equinox.  It make sense though, to begin a journey with Persephone at the beginning of Persephone's descent.  I am sure I was subconsciously aware of it, however, because it is impossible to be dedicated to Persephone without feeling the overwhelming draw of seasonal changes. 

It is officially Fall in Atlanta, and temperatures still hover in the 90s.  What I wouldn't give for a good Midwestern fall with crisp autumn air and the symphony of colors in the trees.  We get that eventually, but not until late October. I remind myself that I am taking a trip to Minneapolis this weekend and will get a lovely dose of Autumn there before returning to Atlanta to get a second turn in another month.  But the night of the equinox was breathtaking.  The sky was clear and the full harvest moon magnificent and even though the lights from the city were glaring you could still see Jupiter, Persephone's own father, as the second brightest thing in the universe.  Maybe he was saying goodbye to his daughter as she left him for the dark half of the year. 

Last year, I spent a lot of time exploring the seasonal themes of Persephone's story.  I haven't really thought much about how I want to continue this blog.  Is there anything anyone would like to see me explore? 

I will, however, share again the poem that I posted on the day I created this page.  Honestly, it was a place marker that day.  I had created the account and picked out the page design (which I have since changed) and get things all set up the way I liked it. I was afraid, though, if I left it that day without any content I might not get back to it, so I posted this poem. I wrote it a while back while up in Asheville to honor the glade where we placed her statue and created a space to commune with the Goddess.

"Persephone's Glade"

A soft spring maid picking daffodils
Autumn wife and most dread Queen
A field of white sweet asphodel
A soft spring maid picking daffodils
Olympos high above the rolling hills
Halls of Hades in the world beneath
A soft spring maid picking daffodils
Autumn wife and most dread Queen

Monday, September 20, 2010

Journey Back to the Underworld

We were in Asheville this weekend and I had an opportunity to honor Persephone's journey back to her underworld Queendom at the statue that I have on our land.  I made her a crown of pretty orange flowers (I am not sure what kind they are) and offered it to her.  The Autumn Equinox is just a few days away and the half of the year she spends with her husband is just beginning. 



While there, I also had an opportunity to offer prayers for an elder of the Pagan community who passed away just days before Autumn.  May her journey to the underworld be gentle and may she be comforted in the presence of Persephone.  I didn't know Lady Sintana personally, but anyone who is that influential in our greater community deserves great honor. 

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Autumn in Clay

I hadn't intended to post here today, but I discovered something I had to share.  I was searching for photos of Autumn just to change up my computer's wall paper.  I am tired of this long hot summer and I want to encourage Autumn in my world. 

It was during this very benign search that I discovered this website.  Just the the Beauty doll that I discovered yesterday, I find these sculptures incredibly evocative; though of the opposite emotion.    So many of the sculptures reflect the feelings of Persephone.  As I mentioned just the other day, I see the Autumn aspect of The Goddess to be as important as her springtime aspect.  And is was specifically this piece that inspired me.  Unfortunately, it is no longer available. 

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

The End of Summer

This weekend is Labor Day.  I've always seen it as the official end of summer.  Though here in the south school has started for a lot of kids already, in Michigan I always remember going back to school after Labor Day.  It was a real shift in consciousness.  Labor Day meant Autumn was mere days away. 

Now the anticipation of Fall means so much to me.  It has always been my favorite season.  It is the season of Halloween, my favorite holiday.  This weekend is Dragon*Con which is kind of like my adult version of the last hurrah of the summer. Next weekend starts NFL Football season, which I love.  It is also the season where Persephone returns to her underworld palace to be with her husband.  She is often referred to as the Goddess of Spring, as in popular culture it is thought that her return is the catalyst for the return of the flowers and trees.  But I have always connected to her as the Goddess of Autumn.  It is when she descends into the Underworld that she discovers her own power. 

Approaching the Autumn Equinox will also be the first anniversary of this blog.  I has been a devotional project for me.  I love sharing deep thoughts on the Goddess as well as recipes and poems and stories.  I love journeying with Persephone throughout the seasons. 

I think this song, Le Ballet d'Or by Counting Crows, really captures the sense of Autumn in the air. 

Wasted time running scared
When all a love needs is to be believed in
All those Springs come and gone
Past like trains and boxcars leaving
But I would be lying
If I didn't tell you the truth
They will leave you
They will leave you
So come now
Let's go dance to siren's song
Come now
Leave your damage behind and gone
Some are lost to you
Wasted time running scared
All that I need is to believe in something like a Summer
And I know you need somebody just like I do
And all these foxes go down in their barrows to hide
They will leave you
They will leave you behind
So come now
Let's go dance to the siren's song
Come now
Leave your damage behind and gone
Just come now
Let's go to the dance floor
Come now
Lose your mind at Le Ballet d'Or
Some are lost
Some are leaving
Some are lost
Some are leaving
But I'm not going at all
I'm not going anywhere at all
Some are lost to you
We've wasted time running scared
Now Autumn's fire is ashes on the breeze
And it spins away like dust on pearls
As winter comes to usher in the evening
But all of these drummers go stand
on their hillsides alone
They will leave you
They will leave you alone
So come now
Let's go dance to siren's song
Come now
Leave your damage behind and gone
So come now
Let's go down to the dance floor
Come now
Lose your mind at Le Ballet d'Or
Just come now
Let's get out while the getting's good
Come now
There's no one left in the neighborhood


Sunday, August 8, 2010

The Sunflower

The sunflower was growing tall in the late summer near its fencepost. It was a very proud sunflower with beautiful golden petals and lots of seeds. He basked in the dying summer sun and waited for the Autumn to come. But the sunflower was particularly vain and hated the thought of losing all his wonderful seeds.

On a lazy afternoon, a bird landed on the fencepost and approached the sunflower and asked it to share his seeds. “I need the seeds so I can eat them now and become strong to fly all the way south for the winter.” The Sunflower shook his head, “Certainly not. You can not have my seeds for such a selfish purpose. Go find another flower to steal seeds from.” The bird scowled and flew away.

The Sunflower had finally relaxed again when another creature came to talk to him. A fluffy red squirrel climbed up on the fencepost and asked the Sunflower to share its seeds. “I need the seeds so I can bury them so they can feed my family through the winter.” The sunflower shook his head, “Absolutely not. I will not give you my seeds so you can hide them away. Go find someone else to steal from.” Disappointed, the squirrel hurried away.

As the sun began to dip towards the earth, the Sunflower was visited by a pretty human girl with braids in her hair and a basket in her hands. The girl smiled at the sunflower and asked if she could harvest its seeds. “They are wonderfully tasty and I like to eat them as the summer ends.” The Sunflower was growing angry at the requests for his seeds and he replied, “Never! No one will take my beautiful seeds from me. I am a majestic Sunflower and I will not give my seeds up. Go away and harvest something else.” The girl felt sorry for the vain Sunflower and left him alone in his field.

The Sunflower was feeling very smug as he watched the sunset start to turn the sky pink and orange. He was startled when he was approached by another figure. She glided through the field as though her feed didn't touch the ground.  She was dressed in a pearl colored gown and the sunset crowned her head of soft golden hair. Determined to keep his seeds, the Sunflower chose to ignore the woman approaching.

“I have heard that you are unwilling to share your seeds, Sunflower,” said the musical voice. The Sunflower was force to take notice of the beautiful woman. “My name is Persephone, and I have been watching you all day. I saw you tell the bird and the squirrel to leave you alone. I saw you refuse your seeds to the girl. How horrible that you are unwilling to share your harvest with the world. Your seeds are beautiful, yes, but if they aren’t harvested your flower will wither and die before winter comes.” The Sunflower stared in awe at the luminous woman, and knew that her presence was divine. Persephone continued, “If you let the bird take your seeds, he would have begun to fly south, and would have dropped your seeds into the soil. By next year, you would be reborn throughout the country side. The squirrel would have buried the seeds in the ground, and by next spring any that he didn’t eat would also sprout and grow to the same majesty as you have now. And know this, the humans are the ones that care for you and protect you and cultivate you. By refusing them, you will wither and die before the summer ends.”

The Sunflower was touched by what the Goddess was saying. “I need to sacrifice myself,” he said softly, “for I would rather be reborn than to simply fade away.”

“That is the order of things,” Persephone said as though she truly understood what the sacrifice meant. “All things must die so that they can be reborn. Provide your harvest to the creatures of the Earth and you will be rewarded.”

So the Sunflower allowed Persephone to harvest his plentiful seeds. There were enough to give some to the birds and the squirrels and to the humans. And the Sunflower learned a valuable lesson about giving and sacrificing. And as the Autumn season descended on the land, millions of grains and plants were willing to sacrifice themselves for the winter, knowing that they, too, would be born again in the spring.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Meet Me on the Equinox

I love music. I like music of all types, but especially good old fashioned Rock and Roll. I have been trying to avoid the unclassifiable emo-esque song styling of Death Cab For Cutie. It isn't that I don't think they are good, it is that sometimes I can be a music snob and be happier in my love for less commercial artists like Josh Joplin and Mike Doughty. I'm not ashamed to admit my faults.

Death Cab For Cutie has a new song on the radio. And to add insult to injury it is a song from the Twilight Saga: New Moon movie soundtrack. I haven't been a teenage girl for a while...and I mean a long while. I have read the books and I did actually see the first movie. I might actually rent the second one on netflix someday.

All this talk of radio pop and teenage vampire movies is leading to one thing. I can't stop listening to the song "Meet Me On The Equinox". One of the many on-line lyric sites (that bombard you with a ton of pop-ups) has provided me with the lyrics:

Meet me on the Equinox
Meet me half way
When the sun is perched at its highest peek
In the middle of the day

Let me give my love to you
Let me take your hand
As we walk in the dimming light
Or darling understand


That everything, everything ends
That everything, everything ends


Meet me on your best behavior
Meet me at your worst
For there will be no stone unturned
Or bubble left to burst


Let me lay beside you, Darling
Let me be your man
And let our bodies intertwine
But always understand


That everything, everything ends
That everything, everything ends
That everything, everything, everything ends


A window
An opened tomb
The sun crawls
Across your bedroom
A halo
A waiting room
Your last breaths
Moving through you
As everything, everything ends
As everything, everything ends
As everything, everything, everything
Everything, everything, everything ends


Meet me on the Equinox
Meet me half way
When the sun is perched at its highest peek
In the middle of the day


Let me give my love to you
Let me take your hand
As we walk in the dimming light
Or darling understand


That everything, everything ends

In these lyrics, I hear the longing of Hades for his sometimes-bride. He meets her at the Autumn Equinox every year only to part from her in the Spring - the only other time of the year when day and night are equal lengths. She comes and goes like a phantom in to the Open Tomb of the underworld. I can just picture her approaching the entrance to her husband's kingdom. He meets her in the bright sunshine as the autumn leaves are scattering down upon the fields in showers of gold, orange, brown and red. And they both know that she will not see the sun again until Springtime.

The song is as melancholy as the story of Persephone and Hades. It feels as thought it was written for them. If only they had mentioned a pomegranate, then I would know for sure.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Essay on Persephone

First published in He Epistole Newsletter, August 2007
Available at ww.neokoroi.org


Margaret Atwood referred to her as "Double Persephone".

"The dancing girl's a withered crone;
though her deceptive smile
Lures life from the earth, rain from the sky,
It hides a wicked sickle; while
Those watching sense the red blood curled
Waiting in the center of her eye;

But the stranger from the hill
Sees only the bright gleam
Of a slim woman gathering asphodel,
and lashes his black team."

I have spent half a lifetime in the presence of Persephone and all of her aspects. That is why a conversation about mythology rocked me to the core and sent me on a spiral inward. I wanted to know if what I had felt - what was part of me to the very depths of my soul - was just plain wrong.

And I learned a few things. I suppose that would be the point. However, what I learned is that the Goddess does not choose her devotees lightly and that what I have always known and always felt is in fact the hand of the Goddess.

The conversation pretty much revolved around when Persephone descended into the underworld with her husband and when she ascended back to Olympos with her mother. The conversation involved a lot of talk about the Greek planting and season cycles - clearly different than the ones I had experienced in Suburban Detroit growing up. Very different from the ones that I experience here in Atlanta Georgia now.

Personal experience has always been the very cornerstone of my spiritual practice. I do not believe that the gods exist in the scholarly works from centuries ago. If our tradition is a living and breathing tradition then the Gods exist in the here and now. The ancient Greek texts and modern studies of the Greek texts provide us a map or a guidebook but they do not provide us with spiritual experiences. At least that is what I have come to find over the years.

So when I turned to the bookshelf to teach myself more, I was surprised. And the true epiphany came while reading The Hymn to Demeter: Translation, Commentary, and Interpretive Essays edited by Helene P. Foley. Frankly, when I started this book I expected it to be dry and boring. However, I found it to be quite the opposite - providing me with much insight.

I was reading Foley's commentary on her translation of the Hymn when I came across this bit regarding lines 401 through 403:

"In the Hymn, Persephone's return does not explicitly cause the spring but precedes it." So I read more. "In the Hymn Demeter specifies that Persephone will return each year with the spring flowers but the season when the abduction took place is uncertain." (Foley, p.58)

Interestingly enough - in the aforementioned conversation I had been informed under no uncertain terms that the Hymn does not give us any contextual clues regarding the abduction or return. Well, maybe not on the abduction - but it appears to be quite specific about the return.

So I flipped back to the translation (Foley provides the English on the left page with the Greek on the right, as well, for the ability to cross reference were someone to choose).

In the Hymn Demeter says to Persephone:

"When the earth blooms in spring with all kinds
of sweet flowers then from the misty dark you will
rise again, a great marvel to gods and mortal men."

So there, right in front of me, were lines I had read a dozen times but it seemed as if they had always escaped me.

I grabbed my other book of Homeric Hymns, a translation that I love by Diane Rayor. I flipped to the same lines in her book:

"When earth sprouts with every kind of fragrant
flowers in spring, out of the misty darkness
you will rise again, a great marvel for gods and mortal folk."

And the Loeb volume 57, translated by H.G. Evelyn-White, reads:

“But when the earth shall bloom with the fragrant flowers of spring in
every kind, then from the realm of darkness and gloom shalt come up
once more to be a wonder for gods and mortal men.”

Foley then continues to point out contextual clues from the mythologies. Ovid's Metamorphoses has Prosperina picking flowers in the spring. And the Orphic Hymn does specifically place the marriage of Persephone and Hades in the fall:

"In spring you rejoice in the meadow breezes
and you show your holy figure in shoots and green fruits.
You were made a kidnapper's bride in the fall,
and you alone are life and death to toiling mortals,
O Persephone, for you always nourish all and kill them, too."
(translation by A. Athanassakis)

The commentary continues to say:

"Later sources, sometime said to be Stoic-influenced, interpret earlier myth as indicating that Persephone is associated with the planted seed and thus absent while it is in the ground (contrary to later interpretation, but it is not clear that these sources use Persephone's appearance and disappearances explicitly to explain the seasons). In Greece the grain continues to grow after being sown in the fall, if slowly, throughout the winter season; growth then quickens in the spring. The winter is thus a time of less food but slow growth. Cornford and Nilsson associated the descent of Persephone with the storing of the seed in the underground pithoi (jars) after the harvest. Her absence then coincided with the dry months of summer (one-third of the year), and she returned in time for the fall plowing (and the fertile two-thirds of the year). Lack of growth coincides in this case with abundance, because the proceeds of the spring harvest are ready at hand. This version corresponds better with the actual growing season in Greece; yet the Hymn, by linking Persephone's return to the spring flowers, appears to deny it."

She goes on to footnote (regarding Cornford and Nilsson) that some scholars reject their view but others, including Burkert are still "sympathetic" to it.

Is Foley the only one who has a correct interpretation? Certainly not. Who can know - it is all conjecture. These are ancient texts and their Author's intentions died with the authors. The texts remain a map but not the bible - the Gods are the source.

Then Carl Kerenyi throws a new monkey wrench into the whole deal. In the book "Eleusis: Archetypal Image of Mother and Daughter", he suggests that Persephone never really leaves the underworld at all.

"In the cult of the Queen of the Dead, to whom the dying repair at all seasons, the underworld can scarcely have remained without a queen for two thirds or - according to a later version - half the year. Could the travelers to the underworld - Orpheus, Herakles, Theseus, and Peirithoos - have found the queen's throne empty?" (Kerenyi, p. 148) "Thus her person seems always to have admitted of a duplication." (Kerenyi, p. 149)

And now we are back to Atwood's "Double Persephone". Perhaps the intuitive and poetic author Margaret Atwood understood Persephone in a way that Kerenyi, Foley and the author of the Hymn could not. The real Persephone is ALL of the Persephones. The real Persephone is the one who reveals herself to her devotees as she chooses and to each one differently. Does it really matter when she descends and returns? And maybe there is, as is suggested, a duality to Persephone that really splits the Queen of the Dead from the Kore eternally. But ultimately, if this is a living and breathing tradition the real Persephone is the one who has revealed herself to me and to others in whatever way she feels appropriate for the individual.

I have hesitated sharing all of this with the community. I don't believe that the modern Hellenic tradition should be about proving each other more right or more wrong. It really should be about the Gods and about our individual experiences with the gods than about what it is that Hesiod, Homer or anyone else said about the Gods. Once again, those are guideposts not gospels. There are so many contradictions even in the ancient world that the modern Hellene's mind would easily explode trying to reconcile it all to create one cohesive interpretation.

My relationship with Persephone has evolved quite a bit since the first time I learned of her existence. And I suspect that it will continue to evolve for the rest of my life. That is how it should be, I believe. I practice a Devotional tradition above all. May all the reading and research I do provide a deeper understanding of the Goddess and my relationship with her.