My body bleeds out the old ways
Blood of history and time
Rhythms and cycles we soon will leave behind.
My body clears the way
Making room for the new me
From Mother-May-I, I now ascend
To Crone—
Old woman wise in a body yet young.
Crones are done with suckling
No longer nurturing illusions,
They refuse
To conspire against
Their own divine selves.
As a mother,
There was always the chance
I would lay my body down
In service to another
Husband or child the same
Immolation.
As crone,
I am clarified like butter—the dregs of me
Gathered and sieved out,
The bright me left
Entirely new
And luscious.
GORGEOUS. Utterly gorgeous.
thank you so much!
Oh yes….being an “ole crone” is an interesting time in my life. I embrace the crone that I have become. Every morning my 68 year old body finds something new….a new body part sagging, a new wrinkle or two, and another body part that says “ouch.” And when I look in the mirror I sometimes see my grandmother looking back at me….a very wise, loving, and special person in my life who I miss very much. It really is a time to let go and become…a time for new inner wisdom and strength. I wish you well on this special time in your life, Alix.
Claudia,
That’s lovely. Thank you.
Alix