Gratitude

Glorious Mother Hekate...

Mythology disagrees on whether or not You have given birth to children. Some stories say monsters have come from Your womb. Some say You have never given birth.

Oh, but Mother, I see You as having given birth to all! How can I understand You as the Soul of the World any other way? None of it seems as simple as it once did, and I think that is a sign that I am learning. People who think they have all the answers almost certainly do not.

But what if I understand this incorrectly?

Then You are still my Mother. There is more than one way for that to happen. My understanding of You as my Mother comes before my understanding of You as Mother of all.

You know my heart, Mother. You know my soul. You know what I have carried, am carrying, and will carry. You know me better than I even know myself. 

I am here to give thanks, and yet I do not find the words I thought I needed when I approached. How can I put so much into such tiny words? I want to give the words to You, but what could they really mean? We use words to communicate, but You know even without the words. So the words would be an offering, but... Mother, what are my offerings to You? What can I possibly give that could even begin to be a gift to You?

Offerings are so much more than they look like, when given properly. The smallest, most useless item can be a great offering. An enormous display of wealth can be given in a way that means nothing. I understand this. I cannot say I completely understand how my offerings matter, but I know that they do. Tonight, though, I am overwhelmed by the gratitude I have to give and cannot find the way to give it. So I offer to You that vulnerability. That humbling overwhelm, intoxicating joy, those traces of fear. I offer myself, Mother.

I am a child of Hekate.

I am Your servant.

I am thankful.