Dear Friends, Poets, Dreamers and Sister Crones,
Full Moon Blessings of the Great Mother! Yesterday, as I started reading the book, “The Wise Old Woman Spirit” by Jungian Analyst, Susan K. Faron, I woke today to this song about the archetypal ‘Crone’ downloading Herself into my dream journal. I don’t know what to call this other than, “The Crone’s Song” which I dedicate to all my Sister Crones.
Dear Poets and Dreamers,
I can’t believe I’m writing this, but a seed buried within sprouted wings last week, as I dreamt of writing sixty new poems for my sixtieth year …
“Dear Poets and Dreamers,
From the Dust of Ages and the Eternal Fire, we return with the seed of love …”
“Okay, that’s it, I’m putting my fat animus on a post-holiday diet! For too long now he’s been aggressively stuffing me full of sugar and fat and making me feel, well, quite ill, if not tired most of the time …”
