mythology moodboard: demeter
“She waits, seething, blooming.”
– (requested by anon)
Tag: demeter
moodboard: demeter
demeter was the greek goddess of agriculture and grain, and assisted mankind with crops grown from the earth. she was the sister of hera, hestia, hades, zeus, and poseidon. with zeus, she was the mother of persephone, and went into a deep depression when she was taken by hades.
When I feel the goddesses
I inhale as sage burns. The smoke wraps around me and my mind quiets. It fills me and Hecate is there.
I have never felt Artemis with a bow in my hand. I have never been so skilled. instead, I sit next to her in old trees. We listen to the air.
Aphrodite is near me when I gaze at myself in the mirror and have no hateful thoughts about my body. She swims in my bath water, happy that I am taking care of myself.
Athena is in my intense need for battle and for standing my ground. She helps me flip the pages of my books.
Hestia is there in the candles I light. She flickers and dances in the flame, illuminating my face.
Hera beckons me when I hold my tongue. She stands by as I create my own healing in the silence.
Persephone is in the smell of spring. As the rain hits the pavement and falls down on me, I am in her embrace.
Demeter watches when I must compromise and when I must smile through aches to survive.
Praying for My Soul to Bloom
Athena,
Guide my mind into the open flames of change. Allow my old leaves to float away from my open hands.
Artemis,
Show me my way into the wilderness of thought, into the abysmal green lands that frighten. Let your creatures walk with me.
Aphrodite,
My soul searches for me, the body it carries is lost in an ocean of doubt. Wash my self-hatred from my throat.
Hera,
Butterfly wings pull me up into the evergreen trees, because you are a believer in hearts overcoming themselves.
Persephone,
Darkness isn’t always a terror, a rotten thing. It binds and comforts, allows for introspection. Grow signs along my path.
Demeter,
She knows I walk the path of the unmade. I have much to do, but I am not broken.
Hecate,
The wisp of wind exhales from my lips as newness is drawn into me. Love me through my transformation.
Hestia,
Watch as I stumble into a new welcoming place. The walk is uncomfortable, but you are holding my hand.
Okay but imagine a punk Aphrodite, all tight, black leather jeans, white jack Daniels shirt and leather jacket with pastel pink hair flowing down her back.
Activist Artemis running a shelter for abused women, contacting her sister Athena for support with legal battles.
Hera running a boarding school for young girls, teaching them everything from economics to ancient literature.
Demeter running a success agriculture company with a daughter who ran away to be with a tattooed, young Hades
Water Witches 