Ancient Mother

What is it to be a Crone? Comes from the word corona... the light around the body. 

The crone knits the shadows. Puts the truth in love. Considers death a friend. Stands at births. Drinks tears, catches tears, seeing them as magical.

Is a giver of blessings. Her presence bestows wisdom. The crone is the being no matter what the age or gender who perceives truth directly through Heart Knowing. 

She stands between the worlds of the rational and the mysterium, living “between the worlds”. 

She holds a child like wisdom in an ancient heart. Her very presence changes those she touches. 

Her presence bestows wisdom, the energy she gives off is mana, darshan, sacred food for the spirit, energy that informs. 

She assists beings in finding their essential relationship with the creation.

One of the greatest gifts of Crone is that she can wear any mask without attachment.  

What are some of the culturally implanted fears around becoming a crone ?

As we deepen with this archetype let us begin to tell a new story of the Crone.

Beneath The Sweater And The Skin

How many years of beauty do I have left?

she asks me.

How many more do you want?

Here. Here is 34. Here is 50.

When you are 80 years old

and your beauty rises in ways

your cells cannot even imagine now

and your wild bones grow luminous and

ripe, having carried the weight

of a passionate life.

When your hair is aflame

with winter

and you have decades of

learning and leaving and loving

sewn into 

the corners of your eyes

and your children come home

to find their own history

in your face.

When you know what it feels like to fail

ferociously

and have gained the 

capacity

to rise and rise and rise again.

When you can make your tea

on a quiet and ridiculously lonely afternoon

and still have a song in your heart

Queen owl wings beating

beneath the cotton of your sweater.

Because your beauty began there

beneath the sweater and the skin,

remember?

This is when I will take you 

into my arms and coo

YOU BRAVE AND GLORIOUS THING

you've come so far.

I see you.

Your beauty is breathtaking.

~ Jeannette Encinias