Once again, the Crone is reaching me and whispers in my ear. She draws me like no other and I see her as pure beauty. I am not bothered by the wrinkles or the gray hair. The decrepitude that many see due to labels and what we are taught about age. She who has been the Maiden and the Mother and who holds infinite wisdom in her Crone years without the need and desire to proof and display it. She, who sees things that are unjust and yet chooses her battles depending on value and worth.
“When I’m a Crone, I will own my name. There won’t be room for others “haggard” projections, making me out to be a woman who has lost her sexual vitality. Or a woman who has lost her purpose because I’m no longer fertile.
When I am a Crone I will worship my body. I will bask in the sweet caresses of my beloved. And he will wash my feet, because he is in reverence of my journey.
When I am Crone I will wear the crescent moon on my forehead, because I have lived through many moons and each cycle has made me wiser. I am a High Priestess ordained by the Earth itself. My age, and the trials that have come with it, have made me powerful. My voice is needed!
When I am Crone I will lead the circle. I’ll facilitate activities to make our community stronger. I will speak my truth!
When I am Crone I will celebrate death. I will be by my friends bedsides when they transition. And I will cheer them on! As they enter the next phase of their journey.
When I am Crone I will have no fear. Because I have lived through the battles. I have moved through my insecurities. I have learned to embrace who I am and I AM who I want to be.
I am now a pillar for the community, the wise and wholly CRONE!