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The leaf and Hecate

Once upon a time there was a tree on the side of a hill and on this tree there was a bud, the bud of a new spring green leaf. This leaf was soooo excited to be on the tree. As spring went on he slowly unfurled from his tight bud. Each day he was a little more open. He was going to be the best leaf that ever was! He was going to be greener and prettier and he was going to see everything there was to see from his tree.

Everyday he looked out on the Earth. He felt the sun on his surface. He liked the way that felt. All warm and wonderful, he could feel the warmth turning to sugar to feed the tree and it made him proud to be able to do that.

He liked being near the other leaves and the rustling sounds they made together when the wind came. It was a soft lovely noise.

He liked it when the rain came and got him and his friends all wet and how the rain slid down from one leaf to another before it hit the ground. The leaves liked to play a game to see how long they could hold a drop of water before they had to pass it on to the leaf below.

He liked all the weather although thunder and lighting was kind of scary with all its loud bangs and bright lights. He was a little afraid of being burnt.

He liked talking to the squirrel that lived in the tree. The squirrel was always so busy. Running up and down, gathering nuts from nearby trees and talking to other squirrels. He always had the latest news.

He liked talking to the raven with his deep hoarse voice that came by occasionally. He had wonderful stories of the places he went in winter. Those stories were scary. All the other leaves told him they would be gone by winter but he decided he didn’t want to leave the tree so he listened to those scary stories carefully. What would this winter be like?

He talked to the owl that flew silently in at night. The owl made him jump and shake a little because he never heard the owl coming. Once the owl dropped a feather when he took off quickly to hunt and it landed on him. It was so soft and warm. It made him feel special to be able to touch the owl.

But time was passing every day and the days got longer and then one day they started to get shorter and shorter and he felt a change inside himself. He noticed that he and the other leaves had started to change colour. This wasn’t good at all! He wanted to stay green on his tree forever and he tried to stop is but it just kept happening and he got redder and redder each day. The other leaves started talking about some one called Hecate and they were very excited. All they talked about was going to be with Hecate and would she choose one of them. “Choose them for what?” he thought. “I’m staying right here. I want to see winter even if it is scary. I want to see snow. I want to see things turn white. I want to see the animals go to sleep.”

The leaves around him started letting go. One by one they dropped away with an ecstatic “Whhhhhheeeeeeee!” and away they would spin in the fall breezes and gales but the leaf held on tight to his branch. He started to get lonely but he waited and waited. Soon everyone was gone. Maybe this was going to be lonelier than he thought but he knew it was the only way he was going to see winter. He could see the leaves on the ground under the tree. Most of them blew far, far away, farther than he could see. Was that where this Hecate was? Was that where they really went?

One day he had a big surprise. A woman appeared below his tree, a woman with deep lines in her face and long wavy hair the colour of clouds after the rain. She wore thick clothes in all the colours of all the trees in the woods. Her shawl alone had the deep green of the firs and the yellows of the cottonwood and the reds and oranges of maples, beeches and birches. She stood looking up at him with a kind look on her face. “Time to come down now.” She said quietly.

“Why should I leave my tree?” the leaf asked. “I want to see winter.” The leaf was going to stay right where he was, he thought stubbornly. “What does this woman know anyway?”

“You need to come down now, it’s time.” she said firmly.

“Time for what?” the leaf said sullenly. “I see no good reason to go. I want to see winter!”

“No leaf can see winter from their tree. It’s just not possible and it’s not the way things go. You need to come down here and be nourishment for the Earth. Leaves have just as big a job when they leave their trees. They fall to the Earth to make her strong and so trees will grow new leaves in the spring. If you see winter it must be from down here.” She said softly.

“Who are you?” asked the leaf. He wondered how this woman knew what happened to the other leaves and why she cared.

“Didn’t you hear the other leaves talking about me before they jumped? I’m Hecate and you really need to come down here to me.”

“Don’t wanna.” The leaf said. “I’m gonna stay right here. I want to see snow and see the animals go to sleep and I want to see it through to spring.”

“Well, you can’t.” And Hecate started to rise up through the air to him until her eyes were level with his branch and she could see him clearly. “I’ve never see such a stubborn, curious little leaf “

She looked at him carefully and she could see him shivering in the breeze. He could feel his anchors letting go. “No! NO NO!” he cried. “I won’t go!

“All leaves go sooner or later. This is later for you. It won’t be so bad. It’s just a new adventure.”

He let go of the branch and floated free. Hecate floated with him. He slowly spun through the air, whirling and turning. He could see he was going farther and farther from his old tree.

“Where, oh where was he going?!” But he saw that Hecate was going with him. Maybe it wasn’t going to be so bad if she went too. He liked her kind brown eyes. They were the same colour as some of the nuts the squirrels collected and he could see the whole wood reflected in them.

“Will you be there with me?” he asked her.

“Always.” She said. “I’m always in the winter wood. I watch over everything and all things and make sure they go at the right time and the right place and I make sure they aren’t alone on their new adventures.”

“Really??” The leaf asked.

“Really!” Hecate replied.

“Then maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.” And the leaf floated away on the fall winds with Hecate next to him all the way.




I ask your healing for people that I love

I light a candle and make a fervent prayer

That healing comes to those I love

Let me be your flame


Let me your ears and hands here

Let me be the eyes that see those that need help

Let healing come through me

Let your waters flow through me


I let you use me for what you need to do

Not just every 20 days but every day

Let me be your flame

Let me be your well


Let me there for those in need

Let me go with a whole heart

Be thou with me

Let me be your flame


Let me be open to helping

Whether it be a baby duck

Or a human being

Let me be your hands of helping

Let me be your waters


Let me know when to let go

Let me know when not to step in

Let me know when beings

need to take their own path

Let me be your flame


Let me be your hands

Let me be your eyes

Let me be your heart

Let me be your flame

Let me be your flame

Let me be your flame

Kat Robb 04/07/2014


Hecate puppet urges

These are the ones I’ve already made:

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This is Lady Olivia – one of the founders of the Fellowship of Isis, she couldn’t be at one of our Heirophant consecrations so she came and read the Manifesto.


This is my Brighid puppet


I’m getting the urge to make puppets again. This time it’s Hecate and I’ve ordered beads from Oriental Trading Company’s bead store because they have good hand blown glass beads for what I want to do.

Now I just need to get some black material and some felt and go from there. I already have mixed gray yarn for hair and I need to make her dogs out of felt. Then I will see what I need to do from there.

I used to make hand puppets all the time when I was at camp and I have no images of those but they are fun and easy and only need basic embroidery skills so kids can do them.



Brighid watch over us

May your flame light our way

Through the night

Through the storms

Through our tears

May your waters sooth and heal

Heal our hearts,

Heal our bodies,

Heal our minds.

May your forge make us strong

Strong enough to fight what needs to be fought

Strong enough to accept what can’t be

Strong enough to stand under the burdens we accept

Brighid, we burn your flame

We drink from your well

We are strong when we are weak because we have your blessing

We drink from your well to be healed

We walk in the mist following your footsteps.

We carry your flame with us and give to all who need it.

Brighid, we are your flames in the world.



Goddess of the Day fallout

If you have been following my blog for the last few months, you can see I’ve been putting up a Goddess of the Day post. Sometimes it’s famous people I admire. Sometimes it’s a statue I like, sometimes it’s people I love because as far as I’m concerned all women, of all ages are goddesses.

I’ve been doing it on my Facebook page too and I’ve gotten a lot of feedback, all good from pagan friends and a lot of my Christian friend too except for a couple. Those few haven’t said anything but they seem to feel they need to combat my evil influence on their News Feed because within five minutes of the Goddess of the Day being posted they start putting up Jesus posts. I’m not sure if this is directed at me or if they don’t understand how the News Feed works. I’m not sure they know that the stuff I post appears on their News Feed but unless you reply or “like” something it doesn’t appear on your friends pages unless they are also a friend because, hevens forbid, your friends might find out you know a pagan.

I tested it on the ones that do it and even if I vary the time, if they are home, it appears like clockwork.  This morning it was a picture of Jesus on someone’s front lawn beckoning to come in.  Because of who they are if I hide their posts I might miss something else that I need to know but sometimes it’s amusing and sometimes I just want to say, “Enough! If I wanted to be a Christian, I never would have high tailed it out of there.”

Once you leave the fold some people are convinced you know nothing about Christianity, like you have a had a mind wipe so if I quote scripture back at them, they freak out. Seriously??  I had over 20 years of Presbyterian Sunday School starting at 2 years of age. And Presbyterians emphasize critical thinking about topics. That used to get me in a lot of trouble until I questioned myself write out of there. Want to piss off someone Bible thumping and then telling you even the devil can quote scripture? Tell them they are quoting Shakespeare’s “Merchant of Venice Act I Scene 3” and watch them sputter. It’s great fun.

Anyway, for the moment I’m amused, but now that I’ve tested my theory, I’m getting a bit annoyed and may hide them anyway.