‘Liber Pater enjoys honey and we rightly offer him honey poured over warm cake.’
Ovid
‘Why not learn your lesson and just die? It’s time. Buy a funeral urn. I’ll prepare the dough for honey cakes.”
Aristophanes
Lysistrata
Are the cakes to ward off the Furies? Is the sprig of myrtle an invitation to the Underworld? Is she pregnant? Is she gazing out through centuries to invite you to join the mystery rites of Dionysus?
Incredible photos from Peter Mark Adams’ absolutely astonishing Mystai. The little naked boy is wearing his Dionysian boots and reading prayers to Him. Aren’t they each so breathtakingly alive?














