Now that Hekate’s Sickle Festival is over, it’s time to start preparing form Spring Mysteries Festival. This year, I’m holding the role of Kore/Persephone.
I’m still very much in the “getting to know you” stage of my relationship with her. For me, that looks like research – reading about her myths, and other’s experiences with her. I also work on connecting with her as part of my morning meditation, though it’s mostly the reading.
As I think about her main myth, I realize that I have lived her myth, at least a little.
When I met my husband, I was in University. I was stretching my wings, in a safe way – I lived on campus the first two years, and then in my family home the last year (my mom got transferred, so my parents moved, and renovated the house I grew up in before selling it, and let me live there my final year in college). I had gone to England for an exchange program, and seen at least a little more of the world than a four hour driving radius around my hometown.
I knew I needed to meet him when I first saw him. It was the stereotypical love at first sight. Though we didn’t get together right away. It wasn’t until after I came back from England that we connected.
After a relatively short long distance relationship, we got married. I graduated from University, he completed his term in the military, and we moved to Vancouver.
I chose to go. I chose to marry him, and move halfway across the continent, immigrating to a new country, where I knew no one. I couldn’t work. My world was my husband, and our little “pink cavern”, a basement suite that was painted pink, and had ducts that we regularly crashed our heads into.
I missed my family terribly. But I didn’t want to go back. Well, I did, but only to visit, not to stay.
I’m sure my family felt like he had stolen me away. I know my parents wanted us to live closer. And I was meant to live near the mountains and the ocean. I wasn’t meant to stay in the prairies.
In this new world, I felt like I could find my own identity. I came into my own power. I had to make new friends, and find work (eventually) on my own. I began exploring my spirituality, and became a priestess because of the freedom of being in a new world, and the support and encouragement of my husband.
I still love my family with all my heart. I miss them a lot. And I don’t want to go back. I love the life that I have built. I can go visit, but I don’t belong there anymore. My place is here. Here I am a queen.
Hello, Persephone. Thank you for the transformation you have wrought in my life. I look forward to learning more from you.