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Seasons of a Woman: The Crone

The Crone 

We will need the strong core of grace given by the Harvest Queen as we approach the following transition.  We approach Yule, the dark of the year, with the Winter Solstice our next passage.  


As we embrace The Crone we are fully aware that life will seem to end with the death of our bodies.  Our strength is within, yet as our bodies age we sometimes doubt our abilities.  We forget inconsequential things, minds and bodies wandering, sometimes at peace and sometimes restless.  Forgetting is a way of shedding what is not important: The Crone brings awareness that we will close our eyes to sleep soon, and we will enter the deepest mystery of all. Acceptance is wise.


The time of the Crone is not only about our doubts and fears.  Acceptance of the transitions to come allows us to embrace our role as Wise Women.  


We play with children, giving ourselves over to the fullness of the play. We lead by example, showing our daughters, nieces and friends how to face the dark. We love our lovers with the knowledge we will lose them one day.  We are able to be open-handed and open-hearted with more courage than in our pasts.  


We feel our compassion for the world and its transient beauty more deeply than ever. 


And when we eventually fall into that Winter Sleep at the end of this lifetime, we fall into peace.  


My mother told me when her father died she stood alone in a room in his house and her grief was, inexplicably, overcome with peace.  "It was the 'peace that passeth understanding' as I read in the Bible.  And I was comforted," she said.


The Crone Painting by Jean Caspers, 2019.







 

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  1. NadyaDecember 22, 2020 at 10:03 AM

    Thank you for sharing these wisdom words 💗

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  2. Jean2January 7, 2021 at 9:17 AM

    Nadya, thank you for reading and for your supportive comment.

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