Artemis, a Goddess of many skills, found her way into Dark Goddess Collective. Her connections run deep for us all. This Lunar Cycle we call her in to explore these connections, how they appear to each of us, and what wilderness she calls to the surface!
Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt, known as the “Diana of Versailles”, as exhibited in the Louvre Museum, Paris, France. 2nd century CE copied from a Greek original dating to 330 BCE.
Theme: Fire Rising
In what ways are witnessing the energy of fire rising around us? What about within us?
Goddess: Artemis
Artemis we hymn—no light thing is it for singers to forget her—whose study is the bow and the shooting of hares and the spacious dance and sport upon the mountains; beginning with the time when sitting on her father’s knees—still a little maid— she spake these words to her sire: “Give me to keep my maidenhood, Father, for ever: and give me to be of many names, that Phoebus may not vie with me. And give me arrows and a bow—stay, Father, I ask thee not for quiver or for mighty bow: for me the Cyclopes will straightway fashion arrows and fashion for me a well-bent bow. But give me to be the Bringer of Light and give me to gird me in a tunic ὃ with embroidered border reaching to the knee, that I may slay wild beasts. And give me sixty daughters of Oceanus for my choir— all nine years old, all maidens yet ungirdled ; and give me for handmaidens twenty nymphs of Amnisus ¢ who shall tend well my buskins, and, when I shoot no more at lynx or stag, shall tend my swift hounds. And give to me all mountains; and for city, assign me any, even whatsoever thou wilt: for seldom is it that Artemis goes down to the town. On the mountains will 1 dwell and the cities of men | will visit only when women vexed by the sharp pangs of childbirth call me to their aid*—even in the hour when I was born the Fates ordained that I should be their helper, forasmuch as my mother suffered no pain either when she gave me birth or when she carried me in her womb, but. without travail put me from her body.” So spake the child and would have touched her father’s beard, but many a hand did she reach forth in vain, that she might touch it. And her father smiled and bowed assent. And as he caressed her, he said: “When goddesses bear me children like this, little need I heed the wrath of jealous Hera. Take, child, all that thou askest, heartily.
Hymn to Artemis, Callimachus, Hymns, translated by Alexander William Mair (1875-1928), from the Loeb edition of 1921.
Coming Up
- The Beacon of Connection
- The Face in the Mirror
- A Cord of Artemis
A Candle & A Key,
Kaycee
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