I built a house
for the goddess
made of wood
of the sycamore tree

Under the leaves
of the palm tree
I eat bread
in honour of her

Hathor, hawk
of the sky,
rest in the limbs
of my tree

Hathor, house
of the sun,
live in my house
forever

--Egyptian inscription and Book of the Dead

Every action is a prayer to the goddess. When we make a simple ( Read more... )

Letme sing of the maiden of contraditions, goddess of the wild chase and the busy spindle. An archer, a hunter, she races through the mountain shadows and the windy hills, drawing her bow and loosing her arrows of sadness. The mountains tremble, and the forest resounds with the agony of animals. Earth and sea both shudder as the strong-hearted ( Read more... )