It feels like I’m a woman living in the land of between... At nearly 53, I’m feeling my Crone self yearning her wild and hoary way to the forefront. Yet, my Mother self is still planting her staff determinedly at the head of my life. I’m a mother with two teen children still living their half-child/half-adult lives at home. This morning I was wrenched from my crone-wild dreams by the flu-hoarse voice of my son asking if he could miss school. I bumped back into my soft, round, Mother body before all of me realized what was happening. Then stumbled through the morning, dispensing love and remedies, phoning schools and canceling appointments with a disgruntled Crone grumbling in the background. As Demeter and Hecate tussle for primacy, I’m left feeling unsettled. Unsure. Caught in the middle. Ping-ponging between two phases of my life. Usually I negotiate edges well. But this one? This one not so much. So, of course, I wrote about it. Living Between by Tracie Nich...
Women's Spiritual Poetry