Elegant Crone-ing~

Salem “Witches” 2012

She dances wild and casts her will
She’s fiery coals, and winter’s chill

She weaves and spins, she boils and bakes
She kneads the bread and bakes the cakes

She listens well, yet, it’s all been told
She’s peaceful now that she is old

Her basket is blessed with herbal charms
She rocks the broken in her arms

Altar rituals, rites and songs
Sacred smoke for righting wrongs

Shadow her door on midnight wings
Whisper all of your secret things

Hear her words and listen well
She knows you more than she will tell

She IS the virgin, the mother, and crone
Queen of life, breath, blood and bone~



Awareness comes with age; this is yet another motivation to rejoice these mid-life years.  Mindfulness, consciousness, and responsiveness are discoveries that embrace me within the reassuring arms of perpetual renewal and daily amazement.

Every day I find myself pondering some novel state of being that I totally missed in my youth.  More than once a day, I seem to ask myself, “how did I miss this or that?”  How could I have wasted so much time on self-pity and drama, when all of nature is right here before me to explore and discover, how much time have I misused being perfectly silly?

It appears to me that at around age thirty-five, I began to drop one by one my many veils and see myself as a real and exquisite work of human art. At around age forty, I began to find that true compassion for others is the path to tolerance, understanding and serenity in life.

At around age fifty, I began to see all of nature and all of humanity as miraculous and courageous. I began to commiserate our common struggles and our fierce need for nurture and meaning. Around this age, I began to see myself as a student of this life experience, as a spirit wearing flesh. I began investigating explanations that I passionately desire to understand or at least somewhat comprehend.

The older I get, the less I understand, and yet, this knowledge has me reveling in innocent merriment.

Awareness leads me into a powerful romance within the sincerest gossamer realms of my spirit. Awareness leads me toward a deeper intimacy to a keen awareness of the joys of living a life of purposefulness upon the planet.

Awareness allows me to see the world with fresh eyes and to fall victim to its beauty and wonder with each dawn.