Gentling Hera

Let us sing now of Hera, the women's goddess,
she who rules from her throne of gold.

Let us sing now of Hera, child of earth,
daughter of that mostancient of goddesses.

Let us sing now of the queen of gods.
Let us sing now of the most beautiful goddess.

There is no one more beloved than you,
womanly Hera, no one we honor more.

There is no one more revered than you,
queenly Hera, no one more blessed.

Above all others, you are the most honored.
Above all others, you are the most beloved.

--Homeric hymn to Hera

It is winter now, yet spring will come. No matter how cold the days, how raw the wind, how dark the evenings, spring will come.

How could I know how prophetic this would be as I turned on my computer in Toronto only for it to fizzle out enforcing the winter of separation... even if only for a few days - spring will come.

And looking to the spring - seeing the positive in the separation I know that Mir will get many things done that she wants to - that I won't keep her pinned to the computer well beyond when she wants to be - give her the time she needs to do the things she needs to do. I really must ensure that I keep to my promise of bed on time when I get back online.

I too have got a lot of reading done. Time to catch up on my meditations, including these, but I have also been 'feeling the cold' and after not too much time, grew tired and disconsolate, and wanted to sleep. That disconsolation... where did it come from - simply for not having a computer? I knew I would be able to get a new one if necessary - or maybe it was just a wintry introspection setting in.

On the other hand some of it was daydreaming of things to do in that spring - with the leaves blown and hopefully some grass coming up there will be more time for outside - picnics, twig and leaf burning... that kind of thing... memories of jumping the fire last time...it was cold, but an invigorating kind of cold... spring cold... the best kind. But then we said all winter that winter should be winter-cold, so that we could enjoy the warming at spring. Resting and reading in the hammock - reading... lots of reading.

There's something about reading outside in a woodland that reconnects you with so much, though the last time in the hammock I have to admit I fell asleep while reading. I do that a lot - because it's so relaxing to me, but outside, in connection with nature, along with feeling the Old Ones around me... it's just right - everyone should do it.

To jump back to Hera from there seems a stretch, but she entered my mind with a reminder that she is a jealous goddess - at least in many of the verysions of the greek myths that I have seen... jealousy... am I jealous of the ones who are around the one I love and wish to be with... do I worry that she feels the same? Perhaps that's why my trail of scattered consciousness had led always away from thoughts of Hera.