𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐘.
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𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 : the Earth, Fruit, Fertility & Compassion.
𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 : Harvests, Springtime, growth and fruition, acts of nurture, horticulture/agriculture. 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 : lily of the valley, baby’s breath, peach, willow & walnut trees. 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒/𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐒 : agate, olivine, rose quartz 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋(𝐒): sheep, long-eared hares, sun bears 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 : green, brown(s), the many hues of berries and fruit. 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃 : strawberries, peaches, bread, gourds. 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 : freshly tilled soil, basil & thyme, peach nectar, honey.
𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒/𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐑 :
To honor this goddess is simple: be compassionate and generous in your actions, and never wasteful with the gifts of nature. Every act of kindness, big or small, curries her favor. But also be sure to savor the fresh fruits of each season and be kind to the earth which bore them, share them with your neighbors, both man and beast alike. Nurture yourself, and be kind to your own body, as you are just as precious a fruit as the ripest peach in August.
Take and enjoy what you need, do not feel shame in indulgences of simple, delicious pleasures, but also be mindful not to take more than your share at the cost of other’s access to the same.
Offer small cuts from each crop during harvest time at the goddess’ altars, and fill a censer with dried herbs and fruit peels to burn in exchange for the her favor; you’ll be all the more likely to have a bountiful yield from the next cycle. However, she also looks favorably upon hand-crafted gifts and baubles; anything which was made with passion and love.
Speak prayers to her when planting seeds and during the labor of tending livestock and wildlife, for luck and safe delivery; even better, sing songs while you gather your fruits or tend to your work in the gardens at all.
This goddess frequently appears directly to mortals to aid in little ways as necessary, but will take on a different appearance for each, often mundane and intentionally unremarkable; a passing stranger, easily forgotten. Statuettes which aim to capture her true form, as it has been witnessed before, will make claim to the swath of thick umber hair which drapes past the tops of her breasts, the curtain which hangs over a supple, buxom figure, scattered with beauty marks. Both her hands and feet appear darker than the rest of her sun-kissed skin, as though always rich with soil.
