Serving the Goddess of Love with Ferocity and Compassion
As the wheel turns toward Samhain, we begin to embrace the dark. It is a time of rest and introspection. A time of releasing and letting go. A time of death and rebirth. This is the time of year when the Goddess Cerridwen most calls to me. This is my retelling of the Tale of Cerridwen.
I call to you, Blessed Aphrodite With a tear-streaked face And a voice worn thin from sobs I weep for those who have passed on Those taken too soon by disease and illness Those struck down by violence Those lost to the battle of politics In this modern-day plague The taste of salt on my… Continue reading Prayers to Aphrodite: A Song of Mourning
Every time I make soup for Cerridwen, the recipe is different. I used to have a recipe that I riffed off of, swapping out ingredients and adding or subtracting things. This most recent time, I had to completely abandon all hopes of using a recipe.
While my closest relationship with a deity is with Aphrodite, I also have a close working relationship with Cerridwen. Cerridwyn is the Welsh goddess of transformation and change. She is the keeper of the cauldron of knowledge, and she is frequently viewed as a “dark” goddess.
Priestess of Aphrodite 