As I move further along in my journey of aging, along my path to becoming Crone, I notice that my life is less and less compartmentalized. Every aspect informs every other aspect. This doesn't feel like an energy of diminishment, or downsizing. It feels like expansion, like the dissolving of walls, the removal of masks. … Continue reading Simple Ritual
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It's Sunday. The house is quiet in these early morning hours. I'm tucked away in my she-room, sipping fresh coffee. In summer, when the sun rises early enough to angle through the small window, it falls across the corner of the antique maple dresser I stripped down to the wood and then hand-rubbed with tung … Continue reading Sunday Morning Coming Down
I marked sixty years of life last month. I am relishing the milestone. True, a trace of mourning for my lost youth still lingers around my edges, but the circle turns ever onward and aging is life. I find I spend more time imagining my crone years stretching out before me, who I want to … Continue reading A Year of Becoming Crone
I have been the MAD Goddess for so long now I have to dust off my math skills to figure out that this alter ego, the Middle Aged Mouthpiece in me, has been around for almost half my life. At early 30-something I was, maybe, inching my toes into the stream of midlife. Never-the-less, the … Continue reading When Good Is Good Enough
It's my wedding anniversary today—16 years. That's right, I chose to get married on the 13th, throwing superstition and caution to the wind. If that's not enough, every so often our anniversary falls on Friday the 13th! I suppose this tells people a lot about my character. Though appearance might suggest otherwise, I am not … Continue reading Living Dangerously