We all have moments in life that are forever etched in our consciousness. For me it was the day a young co-worker asked me on my birthday, “So, how old are you?” Never feeling that age defined my spirit I proudly responded, “Fifty.”
“Fifty. So you’re a crone.”
I could feel the hairs on my back stand at attention as the image of an old withered woman flashed across my mind. I moved closer, invading her private space and said, “A crone? Splain Lucy?”
“Being a crone is a good thing. She’s a wise woman.”
“She’s the archetype of the Great Goddess as maiden, mother, crone. The historical connection has to do with the moon.”
“You know how the moon has three phases? Well, the waxing moon is associated with young woman, maiden phase; the full moon, the mother or let’s just say… the mature phase; and the waning moon, is the older woman or crone… connoting wisdom acquired through years of living. It’s a title to be revered and respected.”
“Aw. I like that. This whole time I thought the silver streaks in my hair had prompted this conversation.”
“No way.” She takes a step back and her eyes scan my Dorothy Hamill hairdo, then in her soft voice says, “But you know… you could always call them your wisdom highlights.”
That day I learned two things: being a crone is a title of honor and grey hairs are a sign of being extremely wise. And maybe one day I will quit slathering my hair in dye and let my wisdom shine through. Maybe!
For a great book about our golden years you might want to check out, Jane Shinoda Bolen’s Crones Don’t Whine: Concentrated Wisdom for Juicy Women.