I totally need a goddess. My lovely daughter--who has the purest heart of anyone I've ever known--is facing some ugly discrimination because of her disabilities. She actually does not know it, and I will never tell her, but it is breaking my heart. I cried all afternoon yesterday. I need Demeter, the Greek goddess of the harvest.
You may know Demeter's story. Here's the recap. Demeter's daughter, Persephone, was stolen from her by her brother, Hades, who wanted to make Persephone his wife. Demeter went crazy looking for Persephone, and when she found out what that jerk Hades did she went immediately to her other brother, Zeus, who was king of the gods. But guess this! Zeus was in on the whole thing! He told Hades that he could take Persephone.
Well, Demeter would not put up with the bullshit. Unlike me, she did not cry all afternoon. Demeter said, "Fuck you, Zeus. You want to mess with me. Ha! Big mistake."
Demeter thought to herself, "What does Zeus love more than anything? Being worshipped! If he takes what I love, then I will take what he loves."
As goddess of the harvest, she went down to earth and made all the plant life begin to wither and die, knowing that if there was no food, then the people--the wee little worshippers--would wither and die too. All the time she was thinking, "Fuck you, you assholes Zeus and Hades. Don't you fucking mess with me." (Secretly, because she wasn't a total bitch, she went and tried to teach people how to store their harvest so they might survive.)
Zeus, who was all about external validation, was, like, "Damn it, Demeter! What's the fun in being a god if you're just with a bunch of other gods who don't even think you are all that awesome and who don't even listen to you half the time."
Demeter said, "Fuck you! You brought this upon yourself. Give me my daughter or your little people die!"
So Zeus was all, "Fine, you crazy bitch."
Too bad though. Persephone had eaten the food of the underworld so was forever tied to it. But she'd only eaten enough to make her tied to it for three months, and that's when we have winter and everything dies as a reminder that Demeter can take it all away anytime she damn well pleases so do not fucking mess with her. The rest of the year, Persephone gets to be with Demeter,
and Demeter does her verdant mother nature thing.
The point of the story is: When people mess with your kids, you are allowed one afternoon to cry. Then you have to go all fucking crazy lady because there is nothing people fear more than a fucking crazy lady.
Channel this goddess: When you have got to go total Mama Lion, when people mess with your kids, when the only power you have is your crazy.
Need a goddess: I've got boatloads! Leave a comment explaining what you need or want a goddess for. Then check back in a week or so and see what you've got! It's fun! It's free! It probably won't involve this much swearing, unless you want it too.