Hecate’s womb awaits all

With love to all the abused ones, for we are kith….

We have to walk back into the darkness of the pain and the hurt child,

hold them,

love them,

take all year if you have to,

write,

cry,

create,

cry,

meditate,

cry,

chant,

cry,

journal,

cry,

sing,

till the tears stop,

and then we truly emerge.

Your roots are your family, they will always be a part of you, your foundation, your DNA, your heritage .

When a branch falls from a tree, it is still of that tree.

Dig deep my friend, savour the void.

Inhale the smell of the rich rotting earth, feel it, for you are kin.


Bones, feathers, claws, shed skin and fur

Uncloak, unwind, leave unwanted shapes behind.

Surrender here at the Goddesses feet, embrace her soothing balm.


For we are all but one


Kneel at Her altar

Her dagger of ritual power

Midwife’s your potency

Your umbilical cord of


rebirth and renewal


Plant your new seeds in the light of her torches

Deep love, gratitude, forgiveness, the key


Mother Night


Set me Free

© Astarté Earthwise – August 2020

Image titled ‘Individuation’ copyright of Rosaleen Norton