Khaire Glorious Hekate!

Mother, I know no other appropriate way to open this than simply to praise You. You are the Soul of the World, the Torchbearer, the Keeper of Keys, Lady of Storms, Empress of the Dark Waters...so many other names, other roles, other domains. No matter what fear I may carry because of what is happening in mortal life, praising You is always appropriate!

You know how difficult things have been, are, and are likely to be. Thank You for giving me a place to visit You at the beach. Thank You for giving me the honor of serving You as a priest. Thank You for guiding me toward work that brings me so much joy - publishing my first book, as one thing! - while so much is going on that very likely would have held me back on my own.

You know what is happening in the world. You know well before we humans do. You know how it has been building. You know the many factors, the paths that have been taken, the long histories.

Mother, I don't know why we humans keep doing all the horrible things. It's not all we do, but I do understand the good things. It's the horrible things I can't completely comprehend. Even when other people try to explain some of these things to me, there's a lot of me understanding how it starts but not understanding why it ends where it does.

I don't know why everyone can't feel the Earth hurting. I don't know why we don't all stop where we are and scream in agony. I'm scared, Mother. Not just for myself and people I know, but for everyone. Every living being. The Land. The Water. All of it. All of us.

All I can see to do right now is to give You the honesty and vulnerability I've been working on giving. To say that I don't know if You or any of the other Immortal Ones will intervene. And if You do, I don't know how it will happen. But I don't have to convince myself that there will be some huge miracle we all see and recognize. No matter what happens, I love You, Mother.