On July 22, 1998 at 10am, in the dark of the moon, I became a Crone.

In many ways I believe the life juices of the Crone are the most volatile, the most intense, the most focused, the most passionate. The Maid lacks wisdom, and perhaps discipline. The Mother is distracted by demands upon her time, her energy. The Crone is free of these distractions and has learned, if she lessoned well, both wisdom and discipline. She is free to pursue her own wants and desires, free to fine tune her lessons from the knowledge contained in her vast storehouse of experience and the choices she makes from the cornucopia of life teeming around her. Her distractions are her own, her choices are her own, her gifts or lack of them are hers to bestow or not...

She is the double handful of starlight seen only in the absence of the moon's shadowed abundance of light. She dances in the darkness of the slender sickle and fills herself.

SueWolf