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From The Mind Of A Crone

Updated on July 18, 2013

Oh, How Things Have Changed

As I’ve gotten older and have become Crone, my priorities have changed, a lot. Things that used to be of utmost importance no longer seem significant. On the other hand, things that I used to put off or dismiss as inconsequential now take precedence in my life.

Back then my house had to be immaculate all the time. Everything had a place and if you used it you had better put it back where it belonged, clean and in its proper container. I’d spend hours cleaning and polishing and then turn around the next day and clean again. There never seemed to be enough time for ‘FUN’ things.

Now that I’m Crone, if my house is presentable everything will keep until another day. I’d much rather take the kids to the beach. We’ll pack a picnic lunch, or better yet, stop and get a bucket of chicken. We can spend an hour or stay until the moon rises and build a bonfire if we want.

When I was younger my friends wouldn’t have even thought about calling me on the spur of the moment and say “Meet me for a drink.”

Going out for the evening was a major production. I had to do my hair, press an outfit, put on makeup. It would take hours to get ready, and by that time I’d get there, I’d be so stressed I’d have a headache and couldn’t enjoy myself.

Now, if a friend calls and says “Can You come?” my answer is usually “Give me 20 minutes.”

I jump in the shower and run a comb through my hair. Then I throw on a caftan, sandals and some earrings and I’m out the door.

I used to worry about what I said and weighed everything I did. My first thought was always “What will people think?”

My actions and reactions came from my head, not my heart. Everything I did was ego based out of my need for security and approval.

These days I say what I want and feel the need to say regardless of consequences; unbarred, untethered, forget impressing or pleasing anyone else. Just do it. Yes! Things have definitely changed and I love it.

I am Crone,

I am proud,

and I am FREE.

It Stormed Last Night

It stormed last night

I watched as streaks of lightening

danced across the ebony sky.

The leaden weight of the air around me

Is gone

and with it the weight in my heart.

The water came down in sheets washing everything clean

and I feel refreshed and renewed.

My gardens too have been renewed.

They show their thanks by raising bright, fragrant

blossoms to the heavens

. It stormed last night.


When I look in my mirror

I see more than just a face.

I see courage and strength,

a story in every wrinkle that stares back at me.

I see clear hazel eyes that have shed many tears

but still twinkle with mirth and laughter

and hide memories of adventures from long ago.

I see lines and crow’s feet

that can be read like a precious manuscript to secrets of ages past.

I see wisdom and knowledge

and the face of my mother and my grandmothers

but above all and because of all

I see ME and

I am beautiful.


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