Showing posts with label Hestia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hestia. Show all posts

Sunday, October 22, 2023

My Personal Shrine

At the heart of my personal shrine, Hestia, goddess of the hearth, holds everything together. I acquired this image from the back cover of my copy of a 1980s SageWoman Magazine. It represents my long and deep connection with her. When I stand before this image, I feel the comforting embrace of home.

To Hestia’s left, a small statue of Ganesha sits on a platform as a reminder of a significant moment on my spiritual journey and the hope for a second chance. Though I turned away from his call in devotion to my Jewish path, Ganesha, now silent, emanates a gentle benevolence. On Hestia’s right, a janut (a nod to Sofia Samatar’s fantasy tale) that I call Lara embodies the protective power that has shielded my soul through life’s battering waves.

Holy Mother Leah, a figure deeply rooted in Jewish tradition, shares qualities with Esau, my favorite biblical figure. Her portrait reminds me of the importance of forging a meaningful life without relying on the love or approval of others.

The image of Hekate on the right side of my shrine changes often, as I have many images of her. The left side of my shrine contains a pillar-like statue of Artemis, reminiscent of Asherah, and a delicate glass vase, like the one Hekate sometimes holds in one hand. The Artemis statue as well as a large, red-eyed serpent brooch, representing Nehustan, were gifts from my friend, Kesam. Ceramic cats, symbols of affection and grace, playfully explore the space, adding a touch of whimsy to the shrine’s solemnity.

Before the first candle flame flickers before Hestia, I invoke her in modern Greek: Estía, i próti kai i televtaía, theá tis estías. Estía, yemáti evloyíes, theá pou me akoúei. “Hestia the first and last, goddess of the hearth. Hestia full of blessings, goddess who hears me.” 

Next, I light the candles before Ganesha and Lara, reciting words of recognition and gratitude: “Ganesha of the benevolent gaze” and “Lara, protector of my spirit.” Then I light two more candles for “Hekate, teacher of sorcery” and “Artemis-Asherah.”

Next to my shrine, the glossy black stove top is where I kindle Shabbos, yahrzeit, and Hanukkah lights. My kiddush cup stands there during Shabbat and incense burns there during the week. A magnificent hanukkiah, also a gift from Kesam, towers at the back of the stove; it is a reminder of tradition, and its enormous size means it dominates my whole studio apartment.

A smaller shrine rests on my desk, featuring the same image of Hestia. A carved wooden Tree of Life, with subdued colors, shows the traditional attribution of Hebrew letters. A photograph of a reddish-orange ceramic image of Hekate with two torches to guide Persephone from the underworld reminds me of Hekate’s long history. A necklace bearing Thor’s Hammer serves as a testament to the thunderstorms that have brought me messages of significance. The wall is covered with photographs of joyous moments with friends and nature, as well as a replica of an antique Shiviti.
I perform rituals before various trays set against the northern wall of my home. The tray becomes an altar, holding the tools and symbols necessary for ritual and spell-craft. Seated in front of this altar, I transport myself to Hekate’s astral temple where I can take purposeful action to shape my life.

Wednesday, June 7, 2023

Acknowledgement of Hestia



Estía, i próti kai i televtaía!
Theá tis estías!

Estía, yemáti evloyíes!
Theá pou me akoúei.

Hestia,
the first and last!
Goddess of the Hearth!
Hestia, full of blessings!
Goddess who hears me.


Η Εστία, η πρώτη και η τελευταία!
Θεά της Εστίας!
Εστία, γεμάτη ευλογίες!
Θεά που με ακούει.

 

 

Image from the back cover of a 1980s Sagewoman magazine

Wednesday, February 17, 2021

Tarot Cards and Sacred Signs

For some tarot readers, certain cards are signs of direct communication from a beloved deity or spiritual guide. Inspired by this, I decided to find which cards Hestia might use to get my attention. Over the course of several days I pulled cards, sometimes finding immediate insight into Hestia's choice, and sometimes being left with questions that I know will be answered in time.

I continued this experiment with other beings: Ganesha, Lara the Protector of my Spirit, Shekhinah-Asherah, HaKadosh Barechu, Sarah Immeinu, Holy Mother Leah, and others.

When I asked Hestia which cards would serve as her sign, the Queen of Wands seemed an obvious and fitting choice for the Goddess of the Hearth. 


Shekhinah-Asherah selected thought-provoking cards. Each card offered glimpses into beginnings, transformations, and endings.

As I sat with the cards that will indicate communication from HaKadosh Barechu, I felt a sense of rightness. It will take time for their significance to dawn on me.

Two pair of cards drawn for Ganesha, made me wonder. Each pair included an image of a difficult situation as well as a picture of joy.
 

Sarah Immeinu's card, The Wheel of Fortune, mirrored the ups and downs of her remarkable life. 

Leah's card intrigued me. The King of Cups was more enigmatic than ever, only leaving me with questions: does it signify her love for Yaakov, her recognition of God's power, or her journey to emotional maturity?

Lara revealed a symbol of authority and true power. That message was very clear, telling me to embrace my own strength and assert my influence in the world.

I had encountered Ulmo and Nienna in The Silmarillion when I was in my early adolescence. Those two have continued to resonate with me throughout the years. 

Nienna is the goddess of lamentation and her card which can symbolize a wedding, where a glass is broken under the chuppah because, as was explained by Rabbi Alan Berg, if we can remember our greatest sorrow at a time of joy, then we will be able to remember our greatest joy in a time of sorrow.


Ulmo, Tolkien's God of the Sea, cared deeply for Elves and Men. His realm extended up through all waterways to lakes and streams, so he could hear their prayers and aid those who called to him.

They say everyone has a spiritual guide. Eager to meet mine, I pulled two cards. They are joyful cards whose significance still eludes me.

Over time, I will continue pull cards to find connections to other divine beings.

Thursday, December 12, 2019

Intuition and body wisdom

This morning, I found myself browsing a website about donkey as a spirit animal. As I read, it stuck me that the donkey might be a powerful symbol for our emotional lives.

In Greek mythology, a braying donkey woke the goddess Hestia, just in time to save her from assault by the god Priapus.

Similarly, in Bamidbar, a donkey saved the Moabite prophet, Bilaam, from walking straight into the path of a sword-wielding angel. Re-reading this story, I was struck—pardon the pun—by how the prophet kept beating his donkey, his own body's wisdom, even as it continued to try to warn him of the imminent danger.

Balaam and the angel, painting from Gustav Jaeger, 1836.

How often do we ignore our intuition in favor of what seems logical or practical? Each of us has had moments where heeding or ignoring our intuition changed the course of our lives. Yet, we still struggle to distinguish true intuition from the mental noise of fear, habit, and desire.

Is intuition something abstract and spiritual, or is it something we can feel: an unease in our stomach, a quickened heartbeat, a sudden certainty?

At times, my intuition has been a loud, unmistakable voice in my head that demands attention. But most often, it’s difficult to recognize, requiring me to sift through emotions and impulses to determine whether I’m sensing truth, wishful thinking, or fear. If I have to wrestle with it, maybe I’m already a step removed from my intuition—what if the answer is waiting in my body instead?

Friday, March 4, 2016

My Kohenet Application

Four days of writing and crying have finally yielded a completed application. I will let it simmer for a day or so, and make revisions before submitting it to Kohenet.


KOHENET APPLICATION:

Here are my answers for all of the application essays. I have put them in a different order to make it easier for you to understand my responses.

6) What are your practices and priorities of self-care?

My self-care includes extreme caution with respect to any Jewish community. I've learned that if I can’t discern any warmth or welcome, I should get out as fast as I can.

I went to rav school in 2003/2004 and was ostracized because I am a convert. It was entirely unexpected, as the Jewish community had made such a positive difference in my life during the previous nine years.

Although I was one of only two people in my class who passed all my courses, all I felt was hurt, confusion, and, most of all, shame. After that, I longed for Jewish community, but was afraid to walk into a synagogue, and I spiraled downward. When I forced myself to go to shul, I couldn’t pray because the Hebrew letters danced around the pages of the siddur. I became again an awkward thirteen-year-old, terrified of people and my own voice.

Even then, my reaction seemed out of proportion to what had happened. Now I recognize that many events were reminiscent of traumas I’d had as a child and adolescent.

I have not found a safe Jewish community since then. Five years ago, I mistook another Jewish community for a caring one and was shamed and humiliated. I have not recovered from either experience.

Writing the “why did you convert” essay for my aliyah application was agony, even though it was about a joyful period that began the best decade of my life. And the first four times that I attempted to answer the Kohenet application questions, my insides knotted up and part of me curled up begging, “No! Don't make me do this!” Reflecting on my Jewish experience is hard. My Jewish identity is central to me, but it is also a source of pain.

Participation in Kohenet might be a very healing experience and a transformative one. However, it could be also be triggering. I know that I cannot recover a third time. It’s a risk. I had hoped to test the waters by taking online classes with both Taya and Jill before August, but Jill will not be offering an online class. Without some experience of her teaching or of Shoshana’s I won’t have enough information to risk myself.

There are many alternatives to Kohenet, but even the two that sound very good to me, The Greystone Path and Sisterhood of Avalon, are not what I truly want. I want a Jewish path, but the risk of a Jewish program may be too great.

I need to know that Kohenet’s leaders are invested in their students participating in the program, learning from it, and completing it, and I and need to know that other students will be kind, welcoming, and open.

4) What do you most deeply desire from the Kohenet Training Program?

I hope that the Kohenet Training Program will help me heal my Jewish self—it’s who I am and yet it’s my vulnerability. I want to learn to love myself and I want to become more resilient.

There is potential in me to become a mekonenet, a comforter of the bereaved and prompter of speech—but in addition to that important work, I want to find what joyful/fun priestess work I am called to do.

I aspire to be a kohenet to deepen and broaden my Jewish knowledge and to learn texts and traditions from a different perspective. I want to be part of a community of women transforming our culture.

1) Please briefly describe your spiritual path and practice.

My path for the last twenty-one years has been a Jewish one. And I just received my aliyah approval! So I will be living in the Land at the beginning of August or the end of August, depending on whether or not I participate in Kohenet.

Although, I've come to dislike the "C-word," I am a convert, and for many years, I was proud and happy about that fact. I've learned that being a convert is something to conceal. In The Hebrew Priestess, Rabbi Hammer related the midrash of Sarah nursing the children of local princesses and the idea that “all future converts to the Jewish people descend from those who nursed at Sarah’s breasts.” Although grateful to be Jewish, I was never felt comfortable calling myself “daughter of Abraham and Sarah,” because I am, in fact, the daughter of Roland and Dolores. The image of Sarah nursing one of my ancestors feels like a true description of my place within my people. It gives me a stronger feeling that I am part of our lineage.

Time spent in Israel made me recognize that I belong to the Land. I want to encounter Shekhinah / Asherah in her Land. For now, I commune with the saguaros and the spirit of the desert in Tucson. After a recent trip to Washington State, I discovered that I have become a lover of the desert. I named myself Toshevet Midbar because I am energized spiritually when I hike there.

Before I encountered Judaism, I was the ritual leader for a goddess circle. While being seduced by Judaism, I wanted to find meaning in Shekhinah and Rosh Chodesh circlesbut I couldn’t. That wasn’t the Judaism that called to me. I left goddess spirituality and my women’s circle to embrace a more mainstream Judaism. I've often wished I could build a bridge between the two. Rabbi Hammer provided the connection between Judaism and goddess spirituality in her latest book, but I don’t think I could have heard her if I had not first journeyed a more typical Jewish path and been transformed by it.

A Jewish perspective changed my world view for the better, but it also changed how I experience the Divine Feminine—she is harder to find. I have only an amorphous awareness of Shekhinah. I feel ecstasy when the Torah is carried around a shul. During the singing of Lecha Dodi, I see a glorious woman entering and approaching the ark. Shabbat and community gave me a sense of the Divine Presence, but I do not know Shekhinah in a way I can describe.

I have written about the goddess Hestia; I could not do the same for Shekhinah. I am constrained from an experience of Shekhinah because she has been preserved but hidden in our tradition and, for the most part, I am looking for her there. Shekhinah is woven into the fabric of Judaism and Jews who seek her aren't rejecting our culture. Non-Jewish women are free to pick and choose goddesses, to find what they want or need, to understand goddess stories in light of their own stories. But what are Shekhinah's stories?

If we are constrained from finding her, then she is constrained or restrained in some way, too. Jews are commanded to care for the widow and orphan, but a solitary woman's place in Jewish society is precarious; she is invisible. Shekhinah has been invisible, a neglected widow, hungry, afraid, restricted by convention. She is a bound woman, a kind of agunah.

How do I approach that figure? I must be willing to draw near and wait patiently until she reveals her face to me.

2) What is your relationship to Judaism, to earth-based & embodied practice & to the sacred feminine?

Judaism is a lover and a heart-breaker. Hiking and being in nature are healing; I belong to the Land of Israel. The sacred feminine is a reflection of our desire to be one with the Force and Source of Life; She may be its desire for us.

3) Which of the thirteen priestess-archetypes (see Priestess Paths section of this website) do you resonate with most? Which do you feel least connected to or least comfortable with?

I feel most connected to the Mourning Woman Priestess and the Shrinekeeper Priestess and least connected to the Maiden, Mother, Queen, and Midwife.

Mekonet, Mourning Woman Priestess This is one of the two most compelling paths for me. I feel that “comforting the bereaved” is one of the most important mitzvot. The rabbi of my first Jewish community facilitated a culture in which people attended every funeral and shiva. His serious attention to mourners, his compassion for the deceased, and his respect for the process of death and mourning are beyond compare. Rabbi Alan Berg is a masculine face of Shekhinah and I want to understand what he knows that makes him so good in those situations. I want to be a mekonenet. I don't know if I could do the work of a shomeret and, since the local chevra kadisha needs only male volunteers, not female ones, I won't find out any time soon.

Tzovah, Shrinekeeper Priestess This is the other path that is most compelling to me. Thirty years ago, I first learned of the Goddess through Jean Shinoda Bolen’s book, Goddesses in Every Woman, and I recognized Hestia in myself. Later, I even recognized her archetype in my Jewish self when taking challah, making Shabbos dinner, lighting Shabbos candles, welcoming guests, keeping a kosher kitchen, and immersing in the mikveh for the anniversaries of my conversion. My home felt to me like a Jewish shrine.

The words "home" and "shrine" have many unarticulated levels of meaning for me. When I was growing up, my family moved about every six months. The idea of home obsessed me, but I was unaware of a sense of place. I did not expect to cry when I landed in Israel. I did not understand why I felt like I belonged to the Land. I had silently wondered why I thought Native Americans were like Jews, not realizing the obvious: Jews, too, are an indigenous people, belonging to the Land.

In Heschel’s The Sabbath, his description of Sabbath as a sanctuary in time amazed me. Can you imagine encountering the concept of Shabbat for the first time! But honoring our sacred places is important, too: not only the Kotel, but also places like the temple in Tel Arad, where we brought first fruits until the Muslim conquest, and the tombs of our ancestors in Hevron. There is archaeological evidence for a few of the high places; where else might there have been bamot?

Sacred space is important to me. After my mother died, I moved in with my father. He wanted no changes, so I couldn’t bring my things into the house or move anything to create a small altar. Both tradition and my own inclination told me I needed a single place to pray. I needed a portable altar and I immediately found one in an art co-op where an artist had just created her first portable altar. It was made of sheepskin and deer leather from the Navajo reservation and could be rolled up to carry on hikes. I inserted a belt into the roll and carried it across my back whenever I hiked. Each time I unrolled it, I would decorate it with whatever natural objects were in the area, rocks, small branches, leaves, and mistletoe.

I make a sacred space for others when I serve them tea or read tarot cards; I help them find their voices. People find my home restful and rejuvenating. But there’s another sanctuary I want to locate. Raised by a mother who was abusive and emotionally absent, I have always sought connection to women. The story of Demeter and Persephone always seemed incomplete. Jill completed the story for me when she related the kabbalistic myth that Binah and Shekhinah, Mother and Daughter, meet in the holy of holies on Yom Kippur and become one.

Oreget, Weaver Priestess I feel an attraction to the path of weaver.  When meal offerings were brought to the Temple, the priests would return ornate vessels to their owners, but they would keep baskets in which flour and oil and frankincense had been presented. I just took a beginning course in basketry from two Tohono O'odham Indians, Della and Fred Cruz, using materials native to the southwest. I want to discover what plants indigenous to Israel could be used to make baskets. I’m only a beginner now, but can’t help dreaming of extravagant possibilities: a Sukkot water basket without a base to stand on, a first fruits basket with a design of ravens, a pomegranate shaped basket, small Asherah shrines…Unfortunately, I don’t have enough years left to pursue this with the single-mindedness it would require.

Ba’alot Ov, Witch Priestess There is a bit of the witch in me, but not enough for me to follow this path. She is a diviner and, although I enjoy reading tarot for others, I am not a real diviner. What I do is use the imagery of the cards and girl-talk to let clients find their own answers with their own intuition.

I need something from the path of Ba'alot Ov: to learn to rely on my intuition. My trust has been violated too many times throughout my life, often because I failed to heed my own intuition. I need learn how to trust others appropriately and to trust my own intuition.

The Ba’alot Ov communicates with ancestors, but I did not know my parents well or my grandparents at all. I never connected with the Celtic mythology of my physical ancestors, even though my great-grandmother’s name was Brigit. I want to know more about the four matriarchs and the four holy mothers and I invoke them before tarot readings and prayer.

The witch priestess is also a shaman. I journeyed twice without any training or guidance. After years of wanting to, I finally took a shamanism workshop last summer, but I could not journey during the class and I haven’t been able to journey since. It’s disappointing, but the paths that I believe I’m capable of walking will be satisfying, too.

Neviah, Prophetess Priestess This is not a path I could follow at all, but I honor it. Prophets were people who could see clearly into the currents of the present time, but people today who can see into Torah are prophets, too. If we hadn’t moved from a land-based religion to a text-based religion, we wouldn’t have survived to return to our Land. In trying to eliminate much of our culture, King Josiah and the Deuteronomists saved us; I believe or hope that they also (inadvertently) preserved the Jewish divine feminine because she was already woven into the fabric of our religion. I wish I could read Torah creatively and see what is hidden there. But I can’t, so Neviah is not the priestess path for me.

Leitzanit, Fool Priestess If there is a best path, this is it. Sadly, there is nothing in my personality that would allow me to follow this path. My best friend, Rene, was undoubtedly a Priestess of Laughter. Despite all the years I knew her, I could never predict her jokes. She looked at the world in a very skewed but very accurate way. At her memorial, I wanted to say, “If Rene were here she’d be making us all laugh,” but I didn’t have to say it because everyone else did. That’s a gift I simply don’t have, so Leitzanit is not my priestess path.

Maiden, Mother, Midwife, Queen – I do not connect with the unselfconscious dancing of the Maiden, the childbearing and child-rearing of the Mother, the literal or metaphoric roles of the midwife, or the empowerment of the Queen.

5) How do you engage and envision your leadership in the world? How do you serve, or have you served your community?

Leadership? Goodness, no! I’m an ISFJ. Just tell me what needs to be done and I will make sure it gets done. You won’t even notice I’m here.

I’m a listener in my tarot practice and I’m a prompter of speech in mourners. And BJ (Before Judaism), I was good at leading ritual; you just make “space” for people to participate. A friend and I do phone rituals on solstices, equinoxes, and cross-quarter days; they’re great. A little structure gives participants a lot of freedom to express themselves spontaneously, just like Shabbos restrictions once made a lot of space for the divine presence in my life.

Comforting the bereaved is like creating ritual or reading tarot. In a way, it’s simply girl-talk; in another it’s like being a bridge between here and elsewhere, now and other times, self and self.

When I went to rav school, my aspiration was to serve as something I didn’t know there was a name fora spiritual director. I don’t believe I’ll ever have the maturity or wisdom to do exactly that, but I think I could do little things that are similar to it. During my second semester of rav school, I took a hospital chaplaincy course and spent many hours with patients in a hospital. I was good at it and believed that, with training, I could become better. (I also feared that it was service that would eventually cause me to "burn out.")

My first synagogue encouraged volunteering. The activities I participated in that I recall most clearly were the library committee and working at an AIDS hospice. I regularly attended all services and every Torah study. At my second synagogue, I helped organize and advertise erev Shabbat services and dinners for the Young Adults Committee; when I moved within walking distance of that shul, others thanked me because they felt I was "supporting" their observance. I attended the entire service every Shabbat morning, and made a point of helping make a minyan for mincha/maariv on weekdays.

7) Do you have any health issues or special needs that may affect your participation in Kohenet or that would be helpful for Kohenet staff to be aware of?

I am sometimes uncomfortable when everyone in a group is required to hold hands or put their arms around each other. I often cringe at forced, non-consensual touching no matter how much I want to be part of a group. I know people can be hurt when I refrain. Do you know how I can avoid hurting or offending people in those situations? I don’t want to offend—I want to make friends.

It seems to me that a priestess should be able to sing and dance. I can’t carry a tune and I can’t dance (except with Reggae music). If there are ways to gain just a little ability in those areas, I would embrace learning them.

Saturday, February 20, 2016

Hidden One

Although I feel certain that I want to become a kohenet, I have trouble visualizing what that would mean.

My awareness of Shekhinah is still vague and hard to define. I feel ecstasy when the Torah is processed around the shul and, during the singing of Lecha Dodi, I see a glorious woman approaching. Shabbat and community have helped me sense the Divine Presence, but I do not yet really know Shekhinah, in the way that I know Hestia.

So I pulled some cards from The Fountain Tarot, asking how I can meet Shekhinah. I received the Nine of Cups and The High Priestess.


What was immediately notable in these two cards were the containers, cups and a crescent moon throne. In one, vessels have been overturned; when I first turned this card over, I momentarily saw the man's smiling face reflected in the water that had spilled from his nine cups. In the other card, a stern, emaciated woman perches awkwardly in a crescent throne; when I turned that card over I was repelled.

In The Fountain Tarot, the Nine of Cups is called Shared Happiness and The High Priestess is called Veiled Wisdom. Reversed, the Nine of Cups suggests giving up material things in favor of a spiritual quest. The High Priestess asks that we pause at the beginning of a spiritual quest to reflect on our paths.

The first card feels very feminine despite the central male figure. It’s as if his waters have broken—he’s birthed something new. The woman in the second card is rigid and controlled. She holds a scroll but does not invite us to look at it. Is she a guardian of the threshold? And if so, why is the full moon hidden behind the veil, inside the shrine?

It surprises me that my longing for Shekhinah would be represented by a bearded man giving birth. Nor would I expect Shekhinah, or her priestess, to be cold and unapproachable. (Or am I the rigid seeker—and Shekhinah the laughter that greets me in other people?)

Contemporary Goddess imagery is usually exuberant, showing abundance, compassion, strength, love, comfort. Even fearsome goddesses are appealing.

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Surely Shekhinah has those same traits and yet, I found, many years ago, that my experiences in a goddess circle weren't replicated in Rosh Chodesh groups. It took years of journeying with Judaism before the idea of Shekhinah began to speak to me. As Judaism changed me and how I see the world, it also reshaped my relationship with the Divine Feminine—making her feel harder to find.

A friend pointed out that contemporary goddess followers are generally rejecting traditional religion, but that doesn't seem to be the case for Jewish women exploring the feminine divine. He's right. Shekhinah is woven into the fabric of Judaism and those who seek her aren't rejecting our culture, although we are looking to the more remote roots of our culture.

My experience of her is constrained—she is hidden in our texts, and that’s mostly where I’ve been searching. (The experience of being in nature... I can't give that a face or a name.) Contemporary goddess worshipers are free to choose from many goddesses—finding figures who resonate with their needs and interpreting those myths in light of their own experiences. But where can Jewish women find Shekhinah's stories?

Jews are commanded to care for the widow and orphan, but a solitary woman's place in Jewish society is precarious; she is invisible. Shekhinah has been invisible, a neglected widow, hungry, restricted by convention. She feels like a bound woman—a kind of spiritual agunah.

Because Shekhinah is not a goddess but a Presence, I seek her in our tradition and in my lived Jewish experience. Perhaps she is the reflection I glimpsed in the spilled water of the Nine of Cups. Perhaps she is the invitation behind the veil in The High Priestess card. Am I willing to reach toward her—and then wait, patiently, until she chooses to reveal a smiling face? Or some other face? Will I recognize, when I meet her gaze, that she has always been everything? Will I come to know her stories… or simply sense her as a presence in our Land?

Thursday, July 2, 2015

I Planted Tomatoes in Montréal!

The Magical Home was the theme of a magazine I read on the flight from Connecticut to Montréal. In one column, the writer* describes Hestia, goddess of the hearth, in a way I’d never considered.
I will tell you the truth about Hestia: She is dangerous to the Patriarchy, to capitalism, to the industrial rape of the world. She is a Goddess fomenting a revolution; and devotion to Her can be an act of radical politics.
The writer asserts that, although our culture has consigned Hestia to the kitchen and to silence, Hestia’s realm actually extends beyond house and garden. According to her, Hestia is a goddess of the larger places we inhabit. She is the heart of each of those places and she cultivates the web of relationships that constitutes them.

Enormous horticultural sculpture, 
at the Montréal Botanical Gardens (in 2013)
If you believe that home means more than a single-family dwelling, your homemaking will naturally have a broader impact. Hestia could inspire people to know and take care of their neighborhoods and the beings that inhabit them—people, animals, plants, rivers 

Hestia’s devotees talk to their neighbors, buy their food from local farmers, lobby for clean water and affordable housing, protest injustice even when the cops wear armor, rescue animals, and stand up for the “underprivileged.” They value the place in which they live; they value all the beings that dwell there.
Patriarchy can’t have that; it needs us to be interchangeable cogs: willing to move anywhere for a better job, a new job, or, more and more these days, any job. It prefers us to be fungible and to regard one home as just as good as another. But Hestia says, “Your place matters. Your local relationships matter. You are not fungible; your place is not fungible; the home of your heart is important.”
The writer rejects the image of Hestia as a “retiring maiden quietly tending the home fires.” I thought Hestia’s empowerment evaporated outside the walls of her home. While she might step outside her house for a brief venture into quiet, rural community, I couldn’t imagine her thriving in the bewildering chaos of a city, a place that exemplifies alienation.

Hestia needs to be present, centered, and in relationship. In cities, the pace of existence has accelerated to suit business. The ways people relate to each other have been diminished and warped. Concrete covers land where forests once grew or herds of animals once roamed, and enough concrete can even change weather patterns. Indoor woman though she is, being totally cut off from nature would damage Hestia.

While the column was interesting, I couldn’t imagine Hestia as a goddess of a city until I visited Montréal two weeks ago.

My second night in Montréal, my friends took me to the top of Mont Royal to admire the view. The lights and the river were beautiful, but not what I’d expected. Without thinking, I exclaimed, “It’s not a city, it’s a place!” It wasn’t a meaningless statement; the expanse of lights below seemed warm and gentle rather than impressive and alienating.

My friend and me by the St. Lawrence River near Old Montréal,
photo by Pierre Ouimet (June 2015)
Perhaps I perceived Montréal that way because I had already met the city, down there, close up. Pierre and Céline had introduced me to some of Montréal’s people and communities, landmarks, neighborhoods… and locally brewed beers. (I recommend the bière pamplemousse.) My friends are socially conscious and sociable, so I had seen Montréal in the best light.

My memories of wonderful days there are somewhat jumbled. In no particular order, I’ll describe a few of them.

You meet friends on the street. That morning, we had walked from their apartment to their community garden. In just a couple of blocks, they had greeted and stopped to chat with half a dozen people they knew. (In my small town, my friends and I have wondered why we never run into people we know when we're out and about.)

The city is child-friendly and tree-friendly. There were parks everywhere and children playing in them! On weekdays, people were relaxing and enjoying each other’s company on expanses of green. There was a lot of music, too. We walked through Old Montréal and along the river. The metro conveniently transported us to various parts of the city.

Residents transform the city with horticulture. Another morning, Céline took me through alleys that people have turned into gardens and we planted tomatoes between a sidewalk and a curb. There’s also a farmers’ market, Marche Jean Talon, which is a dedicated space, not simply a parking lot where a few stalls are thrown up a few hours each weekend.

My friend on his balcony in La Petite-Patrie
Old villages have become pleasant neighborhoods within the city. My friends live in Rosemont–La Petite-Patrie, the cutest neighborhood in the world, except perhaps for a few others in Montréal. In Père-Marquette, their neighborhood park, children and adults play baseball and soccer, and have picnics. (Drinking is allowed in Montreal’s parks just as long as it accompanies a meal.)

Old structures from the Olympics and the World’s Fair have been “repurposed,” not simply allowed to decay. The Olympic velodrome was transformed into the Montréal Biodome where visitors can explore miniature replicas of four ecosystems found in North America. An old overpass has become a garden. 

La cathédrale verte
Car sharing services are sensible and there is bike sharing, too. My friends pay a membership fee, reserve a car as needed, and pick it up at a small parking area or on the street; they pay for mileage and are charged extra if they return it late. They mostly walk, reducing potential pollution; the city does not need to build huge, concrete garages; and they don’t have the numerous expenses associated with owning a car.

My friends and their friends are politically aware and their work benefits the community. We sampled beers and socialized at Le Village and visited Foundation Emergence, where Pierre contributes his photography skills to the LGBT community. Céline is on a number of committees including the community garden. We met Céline’s coworkers at a café; they help civic associations work with the government. In Québec, people are aware of the First Nations that preceded them and that still exist beside Anglophone and Francophone communities. French speakers are aware of their own unique culture and strive to preserve it in the face of Anglophone repression.

Piano in front of a church;
the wild knitters had been there first
Pianos are left on the street. Murals cover blank walls. Instead of graffiti artists, there are wild knitters. I could spend all my free time in the public library… well, if I could read French. And I believe that we visited the first North American kitty café; the cats were so cute that the owners really didn’t need to serve gourmet food, but they did. Je suis pâte de fois gras.

Hospitality is alive and well. Their hospitality was immense. Being a guest usually means walking on eggshells. Not in Pierre and Céline’s home! I stomped around their living room, assaulted their kitties (with love, of course), tossed the contents of my suitcase carelessly on the floor of the guest room, and generally felt at home. They actually wanted me in their home and insisted I extend my stay. 

Cats in a wine crate at Café Chat l'heureux
Pierre made a point of taking me to places he knew I’d like: Schwartz’s Charcuterie Hébraïque and Chat L’Heureux, the kitty café. And god forbid their guest should get wet in the rain, so after our trip to Mont-Royal, Céline dropped us off, then returned the car and walked home alone in the rain. 

The food, mmm—and the very best of it was the meal they made in their kitchen my last night, served with a bottle of fine wine. The perfect ending to my trip was our relaxing stroll through La Petite-Patrie just after sunset.

Mes hôtes fabuleux!
People like Pierre and Céline make Montréal a place that is better than a city. They love the place they live and make it a home.

Monsieur Coco sur la terrasse
To honor Hestia is to actually inhabit the space where you live. Her worship comes from time spent knowing a place and repeating the simple actions of kindling and smooring the fire, caring for the land, being in right relationship with the powers, and spirits, and beings with whom you make your home.
The hospitality of my friends and the atmosphere of Montréal allowed me to be open and present to the environment around me. Every experience was a pleasure, but there was one in particular that was remarkable: 

A string quartet by the roses at the Montréal Botanical Gardens, photo by Pierre Ouimet
In one part of the Jardins Botanique, the fragrance of roses and the music of a string quartet… was too much beauty at one time… All I could do was stand there and let the intensity of the moment fill me and wash over me. I could not have explained what was happening to me and I still don’t know. “You are tripping!” Pierre said, and that’s a better description of the experience than I can come up with. 

(You must visit the botanical gardens-- so many different gardens and exhibits to explore!)

The place where you are standing is holy. The Place, HaMakomis one of god’s names. Montréal is a place to experience the holy and the everyday. In Montréal, retiring Hestia types could thrive outside the safety of their four walls and contribute to the well being of all.

Note: I called Pierre and Céline a few days ago. They were busy helping their neighborhood association move to a new office. It figures.

* Hecate Demetersdatter in Witches & Pagans


Tuesday, March 18, 2014

0 - the Seeker

"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly.
What is essential is invisible to the eye."
– the Fox in Antoine de Saint-Exupery’s The Little Prince

A young woman stands on a hill overlooking a river valley. She hasn’t stepped into the scene yet, but a fox seems to be encouraging her to cross over the root of a gnarled tree and into a new future. Four birds fly around her in Disneyesque fashion and two yellow butterflies seem to beckon, too.

The valley below seems lush and pristine for now, but a trail is visible near a ford in the river. At the other end of the valley, dark hills rise, gradually becoming a snow-peaked mountain.

The young woman holds two poles. One is firmly on the ground; the other pole is balanced on her left shoulder and from it, hangs a bright blue bag decorated with feathers. She seems to be contemplating a journey, but her clothing is lightweight and we can’t see whether her feet are well-shod. A yellow butterfly is embroidered on her blue vest and she has stuck a feather in her braided hair. Is she going to put her right foot forward? And what direction will it take her? I worry for her, but she doesn’t seem as reckless as The Fool in the Rider-Waite-Smith deck.

The feather in her hair reminds me of the song Yankee Doodle, “He stuck a feather in his cap and called it macaroni.” British soldiers composed the lyrics to mock colonial fighters in the French and Indian War. Doodle meant fool and macaroni meant the height of fashion. Colonials embraced the song and, years later, sang it to defeated British troops. The Seeker has embraced who she is and doesn’t let others’ opinions or mockery determine her self-perception or her actions. She hasn't accepted the role or label anyone has applied to her and is not trapped in any situation.

The cynic in me does not like the saying most often associated with this card, “Leap and a net will appear.” However, a member of the Gaian Tarot Circle, Susan Z, heard the fox say, "Remember, experience doesn't have to make you jaded. Cynicism is not the same as wisdom. Open your heart and notice the day, the flowers, and the smell of spring. Life doesn't ever get tired of blooming, so why should you?"

The Seeker is not 
held back by fear or grief. The hopefulness and optimism of a child guide her. Often, it's merely that attitude that can bring blessings into one's life.

What might Hestia say to me if this card appeared today?

Is the fox calling you outward, promising you the world? He is a trickster, like our friend Hermes, the god of boundaries, thresholds, and transitions.

Are you certain the call is true? Then step forward. The whole Earth is your home and my hearth is only one place among many. You have known peace and renewal in my temple. You can carry your light within yourself wherever you go.

Do you hesitate? Ask yourself why and heed your soul's answer.

When you travel outside my temple, remember the skills you have learned and adapt them to your journey. I cannot walk beside you, but I have friends and allies who will be your teachers. As you breathe onto tinder to start a fire each evening, the smoke will carry your prayers to those who will share their light and wisdom with you.

Let me help prepare your pack. What will you need to carry with you?

      flint and steel and char cloth (to warm your body and inspire your soul),
      your teraphim (reminders of home and history, diviners of the future),
      your experience,
      your self-esteem,
      and your love.

Sadly, there's never a map. If you need water, watch the birds. In fact, always take time to stop and experience nature.

There will be storms. Find shelter, but listen for messages in the thunder.

See the beauty and magic around you and make each step a prayer. The rhythm of your feet on the way may bring stillness to your soul.

Welcome the people you encounter, be willing to make a home for them in your heart, but listen to the Fox to know when you should be wary. And never lose yourself, even in the bliss of belonging.

I have taught you to see the magic in the everyday and to take strength from the ordinary. The many wonders of the journey, even a simple wildflower or an unexpected creature, should overwhelm you. So recognize and appreciate the ordinariness of each day. Stay centered by noticing the sameness in your routines... rising with the sun, stepping onto the road, gazing at the sights around you, and settling into your campsite each night.

The only way to worship is to listen to your own soul. Don't choose a path that is safe and well-trodden unless it is also your path. Do what is right in the moment.

And when you need guidance, gaze into the fire.


Here are images of The Fool from other tarot decks:




Row one: Medieval Cat, Universal Waite, and Cat's Eye Tarot
Row two: Robin Wood, Songs for the Journey Home, and Medicine Woman

 

[A new Gaian Tarot image added in July 2025 to replace a broken link.]