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.
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