Mt. Olympus is restless.
The Gods sit and squabble. For example, yesterday my sisters Hestia and Hera got into a raging fight over matches and who would light the kitchen fire. I interfered.
Is this petulance about cooking or power? I asked from across the silken field.
Mind your own business!! shrieked my jealous sister Hera.
A will to power, grumbled Hestia, searching her hearth for small sticks of fire. How can soup be made without fire?
Hera pushed on. A cold soup, make a pomegranate gazpacho.
Hera is a disagreeable sort, but you don’t want to land on her bad side.
With all of that angst in the kitchen and tension down among the mortals in Athens, I—Demeter—will leave with my friend Hermes to visit Cheri, one of my admirers.
Oh yes, those of you who enjoy reading Greek myths to your children and grandchildren might admire me too. You know me as a loyal mother to my daughter Persephone who was taken to the Underworld by my brother, Hades. Because of that stressful episode in my life and its outcome, I am also associated with the life cycle. And marriage. And other things I will discuss later on this week, like law and order.
Anyway, I am with Cheri now, as she packs for her trip to a restless place.
She doesn’t know I am in the room with her.
Wait until she finds out that I have taken over her blog for a week or so. But then again, Cheri is intuitive. Like sisters, we may fight for space here.
For now, I have control.
Shhh…Cheri needs to lighten her suitcase. Take out that small pair of shoes. You only need three pairs, I promise.
Oh Hermes, you disagree? You like her little winged boots?