Persephone is the illicit daughter of Zeus and his sister, Demeter. She was the goddess of agriculture, vegetation, land and fertility. She was abducted by Hades, who was madly in love with her. Hades gave her six seeds of pomegranate to eat in order to tie her with the Underworld forever but Zeus ruled that Demeter and Hades must share the unhappy girl. For six months, Persephone lives with her husband, and for the rest of the year, she lives with her mother. She was entitled as the Goddess of the Underworld and the Queen of the Dead.
I don’t attract ordinary boys, let alone moody, dark, brooding, and morbid ones. But what I and Persephone have in common is we both enjoy solitude. I prefer working alone and being in my own little world of make-believe. As the quiet, unassuming, compliant and imaginative type, I fancy leaving my small country home and exploring the larger and grander world. I seek freedom in order to realize my purpose in life.
Entering into adulthood, like Persephone, I am dragged forcefully away from the bright skies and beautiful wild flowers. I wish I could go back to being a little kid, away from the horrors of the reality, when nothing really mattered. On the other hand, I still enjoy growing because it helps me know myself and dig deeper into the real reason of my existence.
I am always unsure of my preferences and always have a hard time making decisions. I am always seeking and never satisfied. What I like about Persephone is she teaches us to accept the roles destined for us. She represents the power of making choices. Those are the traits I want to acquire from her.
We seek to avoid criticism and try to please everybody. We are sensitive, fragile, and vulnerable. We are flexible, imaginative, innovative, sympathetic and peace-loving. We are the harbingers of spring and are reminders of all the growth and hope that it brings.