If you want to be a bad ass sexually empowered woman, embrace your inner hag. That’s right. The Crone. The ancient old woman. The witch. The hag.
The crone archetype is an aspect of the feminine not exactly associated with sexuality. Women groom themselves to be girls. The younger the better. Paint those lips red and blush those cheeks like you are wet and ripe for impregnating. Make them believe you are in perpetual ovulation. Make them hard. Make them desire you. Get that face lift. Suck in that belly. Bat those lashes. Guess what. The crone doesn’t give a fuck. And that is her power.
She embraces her spider lines and swinging, saggy ness. After all, this is what life does to the body of women…eventually. Does that make you uncomfortable? Would you rather not see? Her secret threatens to corrupt you. She can make you wild. She can reveal to you your power. Your volcanic senseless holy. Once she opens her mouth, the jig is up. They tell you she is crazy. Dangerous because she has broken out of that jail cell you call restrictions. How would you have sex if you didn’t give a fuck about how pretty you look? Or how flat your stomach is?
The Crone is not an object of desire. She is free to claim her own desire. In a world that praises women for being objects of desire. Where the more lust you can seduce the more value you possess, the crone is laughing with that cackle that only women of power have. She does not possess the enchanting beauty of the maiden or the fertile reproductive juices of the mother. She no longer bleeds. She no longer bares children. Her sex no longer waxes and wanes with the moon, gaining and draining energy with each passing tide. She is full. The portal to her blood has been sealed. She is drinking in the nectar. She is bathing in it’s luminous darkness.
Her sex is a diamond pressed and polished by years of experience and wisdom. She has passed through all the phases of initiation as a woman. That heavy web of social conditions all feminine creatures are baptized into. She is unraveling herself from these webs. She has liberated her sex from all their stories. She is making it to the other side. Freeing herself. Without the ability to be a mother or a sex object, what is left of a woman and her sex? I’ll tell you what. Pure power that doesn’t give a fuck, crazy wisdom that knows how to are love to the moment. Sex that ripples through every authentic cell of your body. Sex that pulses with every tiny whisper of life knowing life.
If you want to find the seat of your sexual power. Your real deep sovereign sexual nature. Find the crone that lives in you. Wild. Ugly. Innocent. Real. The real initiation begins here.
Whatever will be, will be. The future is not ours to see. Don’t worry, if it’s supposed to happen, it will.
I can’t remember when I stopped to interfere. When I allowed life to unfold as it is supposed to be. When I somehow incorporated the attitude and the motto that is Que sera sera. What I know is that while I consciously add layers of depths to this concept, it has helped me a great deal lookin back. In which ways…it simply makes life easier. At least it has for me. It has given me more freedom, a lighter heart and somehow more peace of mind. It’s as if a burden was lifted and responsibility has been taken away. I have become an observer, a philosopher, a co-creator. What I have shed is the controller part, the interference, the need to force things. It has never worked for me in the past.
As the year draws to an end, the time is perfect for new years resolutions, to wish for a perfect upcoming year, with certainty a even better one than the one we just experienced. Of course we are all hopeful in that way, it’s human nature, but can we appreciate it all…whatever comes our way? Can we truly waive goodbye and not worry while resting in the comfort of the unknown? Ahh, there it is…the unknown. It’s a frightening subject isn’t it? It can be, but here too, if you find yourself on the worried side, it’s perhaps because you haven’t bought into the concept that is Que sera sera. Maybe you are still holding on tightly to the reigns, hoping to control the outcome, while not being hopeful and optimistic. Maybe you have your doubts about the new year, maybe warranted, justified and rightfully so as you found yourself on a streak of bad luck and unfortunate events. Have you ever wondered about your experiences? Why you had them, what the point of it was and what you could take away from them? Have you felt that you had it harder in life compared to others, have you experienced more? Why do think that is, are some just born luckier? So with that question raised, have been able to let go of the negative ones or are they still lingering, hidden deep within you, banished to the darkest corner, hoping they will never resurface again. You might hope the won’t and perhaps you’ve even tricked yourself into believing it, but you know the truths, don’t you! Soon or later they will rise and come to surface, over and over, until you face them, deal with them and then let go.
Now is the time to waive goodbye. Perhaps you could consider a different route, perhaps something new. After all, how has that control thing worked out in the past, it’s exhausting isn’t it? It keeps us on edge, by the seat of our pants, on our guard and most of all, tense. This tension turns to anxiety and before we know it we have added stress and hectic to our life. who needs that! I think this concept and keeping away the stress has been a guiding post for me when it comes to dealing with the RA. I haven’t perfected it and at times I too struggle to embrace Que sera sera, but I try to remember as often as possible. To bring my awareness to it, to give myself that pep talk when I need it, and to cling on to the light during those moments of sometimes. For me it is one day at a time as too many variables don’t allow for consistency in my days. But with it, it allows me to practice this concept anew every day and my focus is not on an entire upcoming year. Not even a month or a week, but more like a day and even an hour. So here we go, Que sera sera, whatever will be will be.
My dear friend Mark has left another powerful comment on one of my posts that triggered further pondering and ultimately this post. My initial post was about the Silence that continues to speak to me. Often times much louder than words these days. Old familiar subjects have taken on a new meaning, one that is deeper and is bringing a new level of enlightenment. I’ve mentioned that I have become somewhat selective in what I want to share, and often the need to share is not even existent. Things that previously demanded a reaction, no longer require a response and have turned into a mere meh….whatever….it is as it should be, and I’m fine with it.
Mark’s comment was “ You have become as one and can feel it all…but don’t have to speak or want to do anything…you’re already there.” Reading his comment brought a sensation of gratitude. It was like a validation for all the hard work I’ve put in over time. One that not only I have acknowledged, but one that was beginning to show on the outside. One that allowed my arrival to finally sink in. Like a movie on the silver screen I saw all the hours, days, months, even years of hard work and the preparation it required to finally come to the point of arrival. That particular spot, that destination that makes one say and realize “you’re already there.” There…
Never did I feel so good of having arrived at a destination that is not even a factual place. Where was this destination, that spot that I could not even point to on a map, how could this be explained in a logical matter? Thought #2, this isn’t a matter of logic, but rather a matter of maturity, a matter of the heart, a matter of becoming, a matter of raised awareness and at last a matter of the mind and realizing it all. And a matter of consciousness. And then it dawned on me and I realized that this destination is not a physical place. It’s not something you can drive up to or hike to, but it is something that takes place on the inside of you. Perhaps it is a stale mate between the battle of the mind and the heart. When one no longer interferes with the other and realizes that both sides bring important values to the table. When no longer a winner is required, but rather an alliance of coexistence and harmony is formed. It is then that we have arrived at the destination which in my mind is inner peace and an acceptance with all that is. It is then that we share our wisdom freely with a select few that can recognize and appreciate our journey. It is not for the sake of being heard, of being guided and reassured, but it is for the sole purpose to pay forward what we have learned and to ignite another torch of light for someone who is willing to walk the path.
Have you ever heard the silence speak? To me it speaks louder than words at times, delivering a message that can’t be mistaken. I have become addicted to that inner peace, to content, finding myself in a perfect setting of JOMO.
I have become an observer and see the world, others and myself through a different lens. There is less that needs to be actioned, less that requires a response. As if through an outer body experience, I look in from the outside and can acknowledge all that it took in the process of having arrived. Having arrived at this point.
There is even less that needs to be shared and the little blog has been quiet. I know I have shared every day with the help of prescheduled posts, but I find it increasingly more challenging to write about the content that I want to share. In some ways it feels like I have written about it already, but this time around the sun it feels like such an empowered experience. One that has a much deeper meaning. So what do we do from here? Just sit back and watch quietly?
I know you can feel it too. As the year is coming to an end, we take stock and count our blessings. Never before has a year been so powerful, with so many growth spurs and new experiences. Or perhaps it has and we just couldn’t take it all in like we are doing now. Either way, what a time to be alive isn’t it? It hasn’t always felt this way, that’s for sure and most of it was filled with the hard bits that nearly bring us to our knees. And yet we are here to tell the story, aren’t we? You better give yourself a moment and a hand. None of this fell into your lap by accident and you have worked hard for every little bit of it.
Another book has crossed my horizon, and heaven knows that I love to add books to my library. If you don’t know it by now, I am a bit of a bookworm and an old fashioned lover of holding the pages within my hand. There is no shortage of reading material in my world, and several books literally beg me to be pick them up. They are books I had for awhile, perhaps gifted and which time has not quite arrived yet. For now they remain unread, because a book speaks to me when it’s ready to be read and comes into my life with that exact purpose. It has to be read as a companion to my journey, a time that marks a paint of where I am now. “Hearticulations” from Jeff Brown is calling me and Jeff Brown has come up several times over the past weeks. I relate to his wisdom and just recently added this title to my library in the tiny abode.
This year has been much about pain and how to embrace the darkness. So much indeed that I decided to write my own book about the topic and journal my personal journey and experiences. Deep down some tough lessons were learned but strangely I wouldn’t change a thing. Not even if I could. In a passage from his own book Jeff mentions that you can’t talk about your purpose without talking about your pain. This resonates deeply with me and there have been many times that I have questioned my purpose this year. I couldn’t see that the pain body was still unfolding, still teaching me lessons and therefore a talk about the pain and my purpose was not possible. Not to the point of leveling up and reaching new heights. Not to the point of coming to terms and moving further along in the journey.
I felt lost at times, unable to see what’s next and it required a lot of faith and a mindset that kept me going and trust the process. I had to believe the unproven, the facts that were non existing. I had to take that leap of faith all over again. It’s tempting wanting to focus only on the light of our calling and offerings – but that’s only half the truth and we know that life is not all about love and light. It’s about darkness and challenges. Trials and errors. Experiences and learning lessons. The other half – and in many cases, far more than half – is the relationship between our painful life experiences and the life purposes that they forged. There’s a reason why people who had it easier, often find it difficult to find their true-path. Have you ever noticed this, it can be seen in the simplest of examples, and you might think that nothing bad has ever happened to that person. In reality they become sheltered individuals, lacking certain survival skills to make it in today’s world. “Bad” is how we might initially interpret the experience, but when you see it from this angle, it might also be a blessing. A fortunate gift within an unfortunate experience. Without something to overcome, they lack the resilience necessary to find their purpose in a distractive world. Working through and overcoming our traumas ignites our resilience, and lights a fire of sacred purpose deep within our souls. When we see how hurtful the world can be, we also see the many ways that we can make a difference. In the heart of our suffering, the calling to heal this bloodied planet. Let’s get to work. You are needed.
Hello everyone, I hope everyone is having a great weekend. It’s rainy in my corner of the world, but my heart is filled with sunshine from just recent days.
I have interrupted my scheduled posts to stop the flow of distractions coming in. I am taking a break this weekend to catch up on your comments and do some reading of your own blogs. In the meantime I leave you with another picture of “The Wave.” Never would I have imagined how much this place was needed at a pivotal point in my journey. What significance it would hold for me and what a turning point it would mark for me. No ordinary moments…ever.
Inner child healing is said to be an essential part of inner work. The dictionary describes inner work as the psychological and spiritual practice of diving deep into your inner self for the purposes of self-exploration, self-understanding, healing, and spiritual transformation. For me it was mainly connected with a desire to understand myself, as well as my various behaviors and reactions. My goal was to learn about triggers and wounds created early on in life, with the hope to bring healing and addressing a pain body that was rooted on an emotional level, and in turn resulting in a pain body that made itself visible in the form of RA flare up’s. Trapped emotional trauma that was stored and unresolved transformed into the physical form and in my case into chronic disease.
I have only come across inner child healing earlier this year and already, it has become an essential part of my journey. It has opened my eyes and unlocked secrets. It has brought me face to face with myself and transformed pain into healing and love. It is also described as the psychotherapeutic or spiritual process of changing yourself to become the person you know you can be. To go through this process of embarking on such deep and profound work, we have to recognize that certain things within us are out of balance. We have to admit that we are not perfect, but that we are flawed. We have to express a goal of no longer wanting to turn our heads the other way by ignoring our shadow self and our darker aspects. We have to recognize that nobody is perfect and it includes us….especially us. Doing inner work, means that we have to be honest with ourselves and this is not a time for foolish pride. In the process of it we need to recognize and observe that we act out of character in certain situations. We need to pinpoint what it is that we would like to change about ourselves. On its own, inner child healing reconnects us to the wounded elements of our inner child within. Inner child healing is the term given to therapeutic work on childhood wounds. It is an effort to correct and to balance, to remove and to heal while expressing a desire to achieve inner peace.
Just recently I was thinking about what an enormous responsibility it is to raise children. I was never been gifted with this responsibility, but I pay homage and pull my hat to all of you parents out there who do a fabulous job and show up each and every day. The sacrifices you bring to the table make it easy for me to see that as a parent you want the best for your child. Often this includes a better life than the one you might have experienced yourself. You pray for a life with less struggles, and smooth sailing as it is your best wish and hope your child lives a healthy, successful and glorious life. Let’s not forget a happy life which is often overlooked and not listed as an essential requirement, but it truly is. You put forth your best every day, all for the well being of your child. After all, you are his/her mentor, guardian and protector, and in many ways you keep him/her safe, providing a roof over their head, food on the table and clothes to wear which is not always a given in many 3rd world countries. And yet it is impossible to protect your beloved from the lessons of life. From the experiences their soul has agreed to have in this lifetime before they were even born. It renders you helpless and you can only watch and support to the best of your ability. My soul has agreed to many years of struggle and to lessons that I yet have to learn. I am still identifying my wounds and the things that are out of balance. I am still discovering things I would like to change about myself. I continue to be my worst critic, but I have also become my best friend and my biggest supporter. Most of all and despite of this ongoing learning process, I am at peace and that’s what’s most important to me. I know that changes will continue to come in their due time and that the lessons and experiences of life will never end. I am ok with it, with this current moment, my now, and don’t need to wish that things could be different. Everything happens in divine timing and I might as well enjoy the current scenery to the best of my ability. I am grateful that I have adapted to a personal concept of finding beauty within a weed, to see something positive amongst the devastation of a Wildfire, that I search for the lessons even amongst the most painful experiences and that I always find a way to keep going.
When it comes to my inner wounds, I know that they are elements that were hurt as a child. Elements that nobody on the sidelines could really protect me from. These elements would follow me all of my life until I was finally ready to stare them into the face and do the healing. It’s something that has to be realized first and too often we don’t even know that such a thing exists. How could we ever be aware that we are missing something, that something needs mending, that something is begging to be healed. It takes a great deal of life experiences and pain that eventually brings this awareness into our life. One such element is a stubborn one and I have tried to heal it several times already. It has to do with my yearning for meaningful relationships and friendships. It branches off into other inner children such as abandonment, unworthiness, invaluable, isolation, a feeling of being left behind, betrayed, taking for granted, and more if this yearning is triggered and not met. While I have healed many of these childhood wounds and inner children, I have yet to learn as to why such a connection is so meaningful to me and why I crave it so much. Perhaps I am still focusing on “too small” (individual connections) and my purpose is even greater than I realize it myself. Time will tell and in the meantime until this divine moment arrives, I am here doing the work and laying the foundation.
I have learned that I don’t need these connections for my own happiness, to feel loved, to feel complete or because I need to feel validated and accepted. I know that I already carry everything I need within me and it does bring great comfort. I know that happiness is not dependent on others, but others can surely enrich a state that is already present. I know that in life we might never be all that we hope in the eyes of every single person. It’s simply impossible and we don’t always connect on the same level. Yet there remains a yearning to share life, to feel connected to someone or something other than myself. I am pondering what that is and where this wound was created. I am sure it has to do with the early death of my father and the harsh feeling of being left behind. A feeling of abandonment and missed chances. A feeling of last moments without realization they would never return, and having to come to terms with a new way of life and without him. I am pondering the name of this wound and while I could call it a great many names, I am searching for the main umbrella that encompasses all the other wounds and reactions thereof. Perhaps that’s why it has been so difficult to address and heal this specific one. Therefore I relive some of the same experiences and emotions over and over. The same hopes surface and the same disappointments follow. Today, I am merely recognizing that I have a little more work to do and that this inner child is not completely healed yet. I understand that a lesson will repeat until it is learned and I’m committed to break the repeat cycle. I wonder what the lesson is and how it is healed. Personally I am tired of this teacher and I want to waive farewell as I integrate it with my soul and shower it with love. I haven’t quite figured out this season for a reason thing yet and why people come and go so frequently. Why potentially meaningful relationships are reduced to encounters, an acquaintance, or nothing at all. Why interests and needs change so quickly and not over time, why it is a use and be used kind of experience and why time is simply up. Am I truly the only one feeling this way!
I still approach each day with caution. I am still preparing for the relapse of the RA, but I am holding. By no means am I pain free, but I can manage better, with less of an effort and not as much struggle. I am alive vs just living and I am laser focused and dialed in on improving and continuing this path to healing. I am drinking a lot of Tart Cherry Juice and detoxifying teas. Mentally I have shed baggage and I am adjusting to my new life. I am doing better on the emotional front and the dark clouds have parted to give way to brighter days. Victory is around the corner. It’s been a battle and I have fought each year since 2018. The comeback has gotten harder and harder, with more and more time requirements and longer recovery periods needed. Pain has been a constant this summer, although I have always felt that the summer month are normally easier on me than winter. This was not the case this year and now, approaching winter all of a sudden I am getting better. It makes no sense and defies everything I thought I had learned about this autoimmune disease. Usually I can forecast storms and we had a decent one just the other day. I didn’t feel a thing. After the Mattress fiasco, I am finally sleeping better and here too, slight improvements are noted. Still not quite there yet and still waking up all kinds of hours throughout the night. As I said, nothing is perfect, yet, but every little change helps on the journey of bouncing back. I have to wear Men’s walking shoes due to the extra wide with I now require just to make sure nothing rubs and pinches while I walk that could cause more pain.
It’s amazing how much things move into the foreground and change after we have experienced them so differently for so long. Not being in pain so severely, every day has given me wings and a new appetite for life. Once again I look forward to things instead of dreading them and worrying about them. It’s like a beautiful day after the first freezes. We tend to see them in a new light of appreciation after we had to snuggle up by the heater and have experienced our first chill of the season. We know that these days are rare now, and we embrace them with added love and care. It was such a day just recently while taking Cinnamon out. It was sunny and mild with no wind, and life appeared intensified. I felt alive vs merely existing. I enjoyed going for a little drive. It was a beautiful day and a feeling of relief made itself noticeable in my belly. My breath went just a little deeper as usually and it was as if butterflies were dancing on the inside of me. A deep sigh and a smile appeared as I drove down the empty country road. Cinnamon was pressing her little body onto me, hanging out on the center console, and she too was smiling from ear to ear, tongue out, occasionally catching a whiff of something that entered through the rolled down car window.
It was earlier that day that I was talking to my cousin, soliciting her advice about booking a flight to Germany. I still had doubts, not trusting my health a 100%, although I don’t really want to put that energy out into the universe. I am getting better and I’m on the way to a full recovery, and that’s just that. So mote it be :). Perhaps I should say that I have entered what I see as a rehabilitation stage again. Only now that my days have become more stable, with more breaks in between the pain, can I attempt to work on getting my strength back and improve my endurance. I am walking more again and despite of limping by the end of our walk and having to remind Cinnamon to go slowly, I am doing it. I hope to continue. Instead of taking 3 pain pills at bedtime, I now take only one for a whole 24 hour time span. My goal is to the one into none.
By the end of our conversation I felt that we had arrived at a major decision when it comes to Germany. We decided that now was not the time to tackle this project but rather wait until early spring of next year. That some groundwork can be done now, but that it would be wiser to wait. Another burden fell off of me, but I realize that the work is just being delayed and I still think about the house daily, worrying. Time is of the essence and no further time can be wasted. It needs to be taken care of asap. I’m also dealing with things here right now, pressing things that require tending. It would be difficult to go and be so far away, unable to return if I needed to. But on the plus side, the United States is finally opening it’s borders again for international travel. No more uncertainty if I could make it back. In addition, the vaccination is behind me, despite of probably needing a booster shot once next year rolls around. We shall see.
Driving along the country road, I felt deep within me that it was the right choice to delay. I mean on a personal and health level and I can only pray the house is holding up a short while longer. I felt relieved to be honest. I didn’t think that I was ready physically and I wonder at times if my body went on strike on purpose as to ground me and force a period of rest. I will never know but it’s not the first time I have felt this way and it has happened before. Whatever it might be, the house remains my responsibility and I am blessed to have such an amazing support system in Germany helping me. I feel that now, hopefully I am on the mend when it comes to the health front. I have a better chance to prepare for Germany. To shop for a flight ahead of time, and be prepared mentally and physically. It’s going to be a hard time once more when I get there, filled with emotional stress of going through all belongings. But I also hope to find a balance as this responsibility and worry dissolves and no longer hangs over me like a dark cloud. At least this will be my outlook and how I will approach going on that big plane across the big pond the next time.
Boy, is it ever gloomy and dark outside today, despite it being daytime. My keyboard is lighting up as if it was a Christmas tree, as if it was nighttime, and rain is in the forecast for the next two days. Temperatures have plummeted from the upper 70’s all the way to the 50’s and 40’s with freezing marks at night. It seems like fall has come and gone without having the chance to truly peak. While some trees are just now changing, others are already losing their leaves and heavy wind gusts are stripping the remaining ones all together. Mother Nature is showing us how beautiful it can be to let go. Fall is such a short season anyways and I think I say this every year. This year seems even shorter and perhaps I feel this every year as well. I am hoping for an Indian summer to hold us over for a few more weeks, to help us adjust with the transition into short days and more activities inside. We will see what happens as each day is getting shorter and the darkness finds us sooner.
As I sit here this morning, it comes to mind how much of a homebody I am. How much I don’t mind being inside, surrounded by my favorite things, surrounded by my favorite space. Perhaps it’s something I have inherited from Mom, although she never had much of a choice. I wonder if she would have ventured more, had she been in the possession of a drivers license or a means to get around. For me, it is here, within the Tiny Abode that I feel I get the most of my time. That perhaps it can bring a sense and a feeling as if I had the power to slow time down a bit, not making it run and pass me by soooo fast. They say that getting older, time moves even faster, and it does. My uncle sent me an email the other day, titled “time” and it reminded me that time at some point becomes one of our greatest treasures and most valuable commodity. Being able to fill that space, that time with the things and activities of your own choice is priceless as we face our own mortality wondering how much time is left.
As I sit here this morning, I give thanks to the activities that fill my time. To being warm and comforted, sipping a great cup of tea, flavor depending on the mood, doing a bit of writing and planning, maybe listening to some healing frequencies, a movie shared with great company, cuddles with the fur-child, the laughs and even the tears that must come from time to time. I am sitting counting my blessings, meditating and practicing acceptance and gratefulness, or simply just taking a nap, is what it’s all about these days. The weather calls for soups and Chili’s, comfort food, as well as baked goods. A snuggle with a blanket can leave you feeling wrapped in love and light, and the trace of a smile on your face tells a story of contentment. Although it’s not a seasonal thing, I felt called to light a candle yesterday and let the aroma fill the tiny space. It is burning right now, again, and perhaps a daily ritual has been started and revisited. The soft flicker itself was soothing, even though there was nothing imminent I felt that needed soothing. It was merely setting the ambience, the mood, increasing the comfort already within.
As I sit here this morning, I give thanks to all of those things, but I’m also reminded that no matter how much I have grown to accept and value the gloom, the darkness and all it’s moods it brings forward, it leaves an eventuell yearning for the light, a need for the sun. It had a profound impact on me while I was staying in Germany to care for Mom for ten month, and there were times I did find myself as if under a heavy blanket, suppressed, weighted down, almost depressed. It has to be another reason as to why it was so important to determine where I see myself in the Future. Plus the climate for the RA is a big factor, although I am planning to overcome this ugly disease once more, to take away it’s power, followed by a period of abstinence for many, many years. Maybe I should just put “for the rest of my life out there” to bring it to the universe, and why not. This is no time to be modest, I might as well dream big and I have paid my dues.
As I sit here this morning, I revisit my blessings just a little longer and remember all that is good in my life, including all that is transforming. I thank my body for all the miracles it performs each and every day for me. I send Prayers and loving energy to those in need, to those within the circle of my loves, and even the ones I have never met and whom I am not aware of. I give thanks for being able to work on a few simple crafts and to be filled with the gratitude of how much I enjoy the creation process and working with my hands. I am beyond tickled pink with the progress of working with clay for the first time and the idea for an original piece of art that will have many different faces and incorporates some of my favorite materials, such as items found in nature, merino wool, leather and feathers to name only a few. It’s only the beginning and the imagination is running overtime right now. I am beyond excited because I can see the vision and what it might look like when it’s done. I am grateful for finally having answered my uncle in an extensive email after he reminded me ever so gentle that “hey it’s been 3 months since I last heard from you.” That very email titled time, reminding us of our own mortality.
A few other projects are still lingering and need attention, but I am doing it. My second Covid dose is due this Saturday and I hope all goes well. I struggled a bit with the first one and I am sure the indecisiveness and unrestful mind didn’t help in the matter. Yet it is what needs to be done so I can travel, and that’s that. I won’t give it more energy than it deserves by giving it my time and worry. My own feelings take second row in this instance. I thank the people that are in my life and who have remained through the storm. Who seen ME, the real me through thick and thin, and who have stayed by my side. You are a mighty but small bunch, old and new and you enrich my days whenever we meet. Be it in person or through energy and vibrations. It is you who show me how wonderful it is to have friends and family, and it is also you who have shown me my own independence and that the comfort and friendship we seek sometimes is already present within ourselves, with nothing missing.
The Triple Goddess is a deity or deity archetype revered in many Neopagan religious and spiritual traditions. In common Neopagan usage, the Triple Goddess is viewed as a trinity of three distinct aspects or figures untitled in one being. The Triple Goddess comprises of three female figures described as the Maiden, Mother, and Crone. Each figure symbolizes a specific life cycle and a corresponding phase of the moon. Modern pagan conceptions of the Triple Goddess have been greatly influenced by the poet and classist Robert Graves (d. 1985) who speculatively reconstructed her ancient worship based on the scholarship of his time. To me the Triple Goddess symbolizes our own journey. From birth, when we not yet have our own values, to living our lives and acquiring our own wisdom, and eventually becoming a being of enlightenment.
Maiden – The embodiment of innocence, purity and to some extent, naivety the Maiden represents youth and youthful enthusiasm. She symbolizes the enchantment and wonder of childhood. To manifest the Maiden we must maintain an openness to curiosity, or the driving life-force inspiring us to meaning and purpose. The Maiden is the beginning, the heart and soul of existence. Moon Phase: Waxing. Corresponding Deities: Virginal goddess, Kore, Persephone & Artemis, Bona Dea, Diana.
Mother – The symbolic Mother Goddess acts as a personification of nature. She represents fertility and creation – imbued with the awesome power to bring a conscious, breathing life into physical existence. Nearest the brink of death she will be for sometime, the Mother is the warrior, perilously risking herself and her mortal body. Manifesting the Mother means willing ourselves to face another day and other opportunities to nurture our truest selves and create our own lives. The Mother empowers us to live fully – courageously and willfully. Moon Phase: (3 days of observance: the day before, of and after the official Full Moon). Corresponding Deities: Motherly Goddesses, Demeter, Gaia, Hera, Isis, Selene.
Crone – The Crone symbolizes illumination, transformation and enlightenment. She personifies wisdom~experiencing and learning from the effects and lessons of time. As the keeper of the crossroads, she is a supremely powerful and influential being who moves effortlessly between worlds. The Crone is both heroine and helpful guide, sharing generational knowledge and maintaining the bonds of family. Manifesting the Crone requires considerable responsibilities~ moving beyond the realm of self and into greater collective unconscious. She encourages us to embrace and utilize all aspects of ourselves. Moon Phase: Waning. Corresponding Deities: Hecate, Rhea, Atropos, Mnemnasyne, Trivia, Morta, Minerva, Skuld.