In late 2010, early 2011, I started seeing more references to Hekate in my life. Friends would mention her in passing, bloggers whom I’d no idea worked with her would post entries on her, I’d see art depicting her from time to time. It wasn’t until I was translating The Aeneid in the spring of 2011 for my Latin class that something clicked in me. One of the lines we’d been assigned discussed her, noting her as Diana of the Crossroads. That line stuck in my mind and I began sketching in class, a loose outline of the mental image that came to me in that moment.
Where that sketch is now, I have no idea. Probably packed away in a crate or box, or thrown away with one of the numerous purges I did after finishing my Latin class (I hate Latin; pain in the ass language for me). But the image of Hekate and her presence seemed to stay, hovering on the outskirts of my perception for awhile.
That summer, I went to Pagan Spirit Gathering. Among the many workshops that I was excited to attend, there was one led by Tamilia of Wandering Woman Wondering, an introduction of sorts on Hekate. I made a point of attending and taking notes (which I know I still have…somewhere) on Hekate, absorbing the information on her as I could.
Hekate is the second deity that came into my life, but I didn’t work with her for some time. I have a lower key relationship with her than many of my other deities, though she is the only one I have made a specific offering to outside my home, having found a crossroads near my apartment that, very specifically, seemed connected to her. It sits in the middle of a local park, an opening in its middle where a tree once stood, its stump now cracked and broken, revealing a dark hole in its middle. The moment I saw it, I could feel Hekate there; the day I went to leave my offerings, the winds picked up as a I neared it, pushing me towards it with a sense of quiet urgency.
Lately, Hekate has been coming up in my mind again. As I finished my prayer beads for The Morrigan and Persephone, I knew Hekate was next. I have a number of beads I can use for her, but it seems she may prefer something a bit more personal, though what that might be, I’m not sure.