Mother’s Day is upon us. This year in the garden consecrated in Her name Mother Hecate offers one black tulip standing all alone where 50 should have bloomed. The Great Crone Mother has stayed longer than is Her habit as if by altering the pattern of the seasons She would heal Herself of the grievous injuries inflicted upon Her by Earth’s ungrateful children.They say God works in mysterious ways, as does Goddess. However, unlike God She does not require an army of buffoons and lunatics to fill Her job orders. She needs only whisper “I love you,” with one black tulip standing all alone where 50 should have bloomed.
To those of you who are mothers, I wish you a beautiful day. I have no children who belong only to me. I have tulips, making all the more precious the one that stands alone.