Value

When you met her, you knew she was different.
It wasn’t so much about how she looked or what she said…
It was how she carried herself and her unmistakable drive to conquer her life and everything in it.
She’d humbly tell you that she was just trying to make it the best she could, but from the first glance, it was obvious she had everything going for her.
She didn’t accept defeat in anything and was never okay with disrespect or dismissal.
Focused, passionate and driven, she knew who she was and what she wanted-
But also what she didn’t want in her life.
So, when she crosses your path, choose to add value to her life or just admire her from afar.
She’ll never be okay with anything less.
She’s not going to tell that she’s perfect or flawless, but that doesn’t mean she’ll ever stop striving to reach perfection.
She understands that people will let her down, but she’s not okay with lazy love, lack of effort or with anyone acting poorly, unable to take responsibility.
She’ll treat you with grace and respect, adding her genuine passion to the mix…
And she expects your version of the same in return.
So, be her friend, be her admirer or try to love her,
But don’t interrupt her rise to greatness if you’re not willing to give her your best.
She deserves that..
And so very much more.
Anything less and you’ll watch her walk away,
And she won’t look back.
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Crone

If you want to be a bad ass sexually empowered woman, embrace your inner hag.

That’s right.
The crone. The ancient old woman. The witch. The hag.

The crone archetype is an aspect of the feminine not exactly associated with sexuality.

Women groom themselves to be girls. The younger the better.
Paint those lips red and blush those cheeks like you are wet and ripe for impregnation.
Make them believe you are in perpetual ovulation.
Make them hard. Make them desire you
Get that face lift. Suck in that belly. Bat those lashes.

Guess what.
The crone doesn’t give a fuck.
And that is her power.

She embraces her spider lines and swinging, sagginess.
After all, this is what life does to the body of a woman…eventually!

Does that make you uncomfortable? Would you rather not see?
Her secret threatens to corrupt you.

She can make you wild.
She can reveal to you your power.
Your volcanic senseless holy
Once she opens her mouth, the jig is up.

They tell you she is crazy.

Dangerous because she has broken out of that jail cell you call restrictions.

How would you have sex if you didn’t give a fuck about how pretty you look?
Or how flat your stomach is?

The crone is not an object of desire.
She is free to claim her own desire.
In a world that praises women for being objects of desire.
Where the more lust you can seduce the more value you possess, the crone is laughing with that cackle that only women of power have.

She does not possess the enchanting beauty of the maiden or the fertile reproductive juices of the mother.

She no longer bleeds. She no longer bears children.
Her sex no longer waxes and wanes with the moon, gaining and draining energy with each passing tide.
She is full.
The portal to her blood has been sealed.

She is drinking in the nectar. She is bathing in its luminous darkness.
Her sex is a diamond pressed and polished by years of experience and wisdom.

She has passed through all the phases of initiation as a woman.
That heavy web of social conditions all feminine creatures are baptized into.

She is unraveling herself from these webs.
She has liberated her sex from all their stories.
She is making it to the other side.
Freeing herself.

Without the ability to be a mother or a sex object, what is left of a woman and her sex?
I’ll tell you what.
Pure power that doesn’t give a fuck.
Crazy wisdom that knows how to make love to the moment.
Sex that ripples through every authentic cell of your body.
Sex that pulses with every tiny whisper of life knowing life.

If you want to find the seat of your sexual power.
Your real deep sovereign sexual nature.
Find the crone that lives in you.
Wild. Ugly. Innocent. Real.

The real initiation begins here.

~ Maya Luna https://linktr.ee/depravedanddivine

Let us all embrace The Crone, and let us be sure that girls and the gender minority realize that she is the peak of the arc of our lives.

What’s your response?

Katharine Krueger ~ Journey Of Young Women
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Daughter of a Daughter

I am the daughter
of a daughter.

Who is the daughter
of a daughter.

Who is also the daughter
of a daughter.

Some of us are mothers
but all of us are daughters,
all birthed through lines
that weave back to
that First Mother.

All connected from
the very beginning.
All connected in the now.

Mothers,
Daughters,
Grandmothers,
Great Grandmothers,
Great Great Grandmothers.
All daughters born from
One. Original. Egg.
from
One. Original. Woman.

So why the separation?
Why the animosity toward each other?
Why the arguing and fighting,
back-stabbing and lack of support?

The next time you see another woman,
look in her eyes and see the
Ancestral Lines – the lines of women –
that lead back to you.

Where are we going Mother?
And how will we get there Sister?
By staying connected Daughter
and allowing for difference.

For we are each one,
after all,
all Daughters
of Daughters
of Daughters
of our
One Mother.

~ Arlene Bailey ©2020, “The Daughter Line”
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Homage to Brigid

If you have an ancient ancestor from Ireland, Scotland, Wales, Britain, or any Celtic (Gaelic or Brythonic) stronghold, chances are that they paid homage to Brigid.

Brigid — also known as Brigantia, Brid, Bride, Briginda, Brigdu, and Brigit — is of the Tuatha Dé Dannan (people of the goddess Dannan/Danu), and is daughter of the Morrigan and the Dagda (the good god).

Brigid : 🕯wakes the winter earth,💧thaws and hallows the frozen streams and holy wells, 🤍heals and blesses all, 🐑 acts as midwife to those in labor,🥛 aides lactation, 🙏🏼 protects infants and children, ✨presides over poets, artists, smith-craft, seafarers, domestic affairs, 🔥and offers us her sacred flame.

🔥The flame of creativity that brings forth poetry, music, and all art

🔥The flame in the head that enlightens, inspires and motivates

🔥The flame of the forge, that shapes and transforms

🔥The flame of healing in the hearth, hands and heart

🔥The flame of the strengthening sun and the waking earth

🔹🔸🔹

🔸How might you find the flame within?

🔸How might you tend and nourish your own flame?

🔸What is Brigid’s message to you?

🔸How might you walk with Brigid and share your flame?

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“Brigit of the mantles,
Brigit of the peat-heap,
Brigit of the twining hair,
Brigit of the augury.

Brigit of the fire glow
Brigit of the ewe’s milk
Brigit of the holy well
Brigit of the candlelight
Brigit of the white feet,
Brigit of the calmness,
Brigit of the white palms,
Brigit of the kine.

Brigit, woman-comrade,
Brigit of the peat-heap,
Brigit, woman-helper,
Brigit, woman mild.

Brigit, own tress of Mary,
Brigit, Nurse of Christ,
Each day and each night
That I say the Descent of Brigit,

I shall not be slain,
I shall not be wounded
I shall not be put in cell,
I shall not be gashed,
I shall not be torn asunder,
I shall not be despoiled
I shall not be down-trodden
I shall not be made naked,
I shall not be rent
Nor will Christ
Leave me forgotten

Nor sun shall burn me,
Nor fire shall burn me,
Nor beam shall burn me,
Nor moon shall burn me.

Nor river shall drown me,
Nor brine shall drown me,
Nor flood shall drown me,
Nor water shall drown me.

Nightmare shall not lie on me,
Black sleep shall not lie on me
Spell sleep shall not lie on me,
“Luaths-luis” shall not lie on me.

I am under the keeping
Of my Goddess
My companion, beloved
Brigit.”

~ Scottish Supplication of Brigit

Art: Helen O’ Sullivan
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From Helen O’Sullivan: “This warm, passionate and fiery ancient Irish Goddess is so much needed to break free from the Winter months and to start new and fresh. I love the spirit of this Goddess. I love her compassion and her passion. She is beyond 3 dimensional which is probably why I painted her more than once. She just kept returning in a different form in my mind and I needed to find a way to express that energy in a way that meant something to me. This painting is one of 3 that I have done for her. Prints in various sizes are available on my website – http://www.helenosullivan.com/artist/

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It’s Time

There comes a day, somewhere in the middle of every woman’s life, when Mother Nature herself stands behind us and wraps her arms around our shoulders, whispering

“It’s time.”

“You have taken enough now. It’s time to stop growing up, stop growing older and start growing wiser and wilder.

There are adventures still waiting on you and this time, you will enjoy them with the vision of wisdom and the companionship of hindsight, and you will really let go.

It’s time to stop the madness of comparison and the ridicule of schedule and conformity and start experiencing the joys that a life, free of containment and guilt, can bring.”

She will shake your shoulders gently and remind you that you’ve done your bit. You’ve given too much, cared too much, you’ve suffered too much.

You’ve bought the book, as it were, and worn the t-shirt.

Worse, you’ve worn the chains and carried the weight of a burden far too heavy for your shoulders.

“It’s time” she will say.

“Let it go, really let it go and feel the freedom of the fresh, clean spaces within you. Fill them with discovery, love and laughter. Fill yourself so full you will no longer fear what is ahead and instead you will greet each day with the excitement of a child.”

She will remind you that if you choose to stop caring what other people think of you and instead care what you think of you, you will experience a new era of your life you never dreamed possible.

‘It’s time’ she will say…

“to write the ending, or new beginning, of your own story.”

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When I’m a Crone

When I’m a Crone,
I will own my name.
There won’t be room
for other’s “haggard” projections,
making me out to be a woman who
has lost her sexual vitality.
Or a woman who
has lost her purpose
because I’m no longer fertile.

When I am a Crone
I will worship my body.
I will bask in
the sweet caresses
of my beloved.

And he will wash my feet,
because he is in reverence
of my journey.

When I am a Crone
I will wear the crescent moon
on my forehead,
because I have lived
through many moons
and each cycle
has made me wiser.

I am the High Priestess
ordained by the Earth itself.
My age, and the trials
that have come with it,
have made me powerful.

My voice is needed!

When I’m a Crone
I will lead the circle.
I’ll facilitate activities
to make our community stronger.
I will speak my truth!

When I’m a Crone
I will celebrate death.
I will be by my friend’s bedsides
when they transition.
And I will cheer them on!
As they enter the next phase
of their journey.

When I’m a Crone
I will have no fear.
Because I have lived
through the battles.
I have moved
through my insecurities.
I have learned to embrace
who I am
and I AM
who I want to be.

I am now a pillar for the community,
the wise and wholly CRONE!

~ Aurora FaeTerra
https://faeterra.com/you-are-a-crone/amp/

Photo: Lina Michal

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Model: Ingmari Lamy

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Find Your Inner Hag

If you want to be a bad ass sexually empowered woman, embrace your inner hag.
Thats right.
The crone. The ancient old woman. The witch. The hag.
The crone archetype is an aspect of the feminine not exactly associated with sexuality.
Women groom themselves to be girls. The younger the better.
Paint those lips red and blush those cheeks like you are wet and ripe for impregnation.
Make them believe you are in perpetual ovulation.
Make them hard. Make them desire you
Get that face lift. Suck in that belly. Bat those lashes.
Guess what.
The crone doesn’t give a fuck.
And that is her power.
She embraces her spider lines and swinging, sagginesss.
After all, this is what life does to the body of a woman…eventually!
Does that make you uncomfortable? Would you rather not see?
Her secret threatens to corrupt you.
She can make you wild.
She can reveal to you your power.
Your volcanic senseless holy
Once she opens her mouth, the jig is up.
They tell you she is crazy.
Dangerous because she has broken out of that jail cell you call restrictions.
How would you have sex if you didn’t give a fuck about how pretty you look?
Or how flat your stomach is?
The crone is not an object of desire.
She is free to claim her own desire.
In a world that praises women for being objects of desire.
Where the more lust you can seduce the more value you possess, the crone is laughing with that cackle that only women of power have.
She does not possess the enchanting beauty of the maiden or the fertile reproductive juices of the mother.
She no longer bleeds. She no longer bares children.
Her sex no longer waxes and wanes with the moon, gaining and draining energy with each passing tide.
She is full.
The portal to her blood has been sealed.
She is drinking in the nectar. She is bathing in its luminous darkness.
Her sex is a diamond pressed and polished by years of experience and wisdom.
She has passed through all the phases of initiation as a woman.
That heavy web of social conditions all feminine creatures are baptized into.
She is unraveling herself from these webs.
She has liberated her sex from all their stories.
She is making it to the other side.
Freeing herself.
Without the ability to be a mother or a sex object, what is left of a woman and her sex?
I’ll tell you what.
Pure power that doesn’t give a fuck.
Crazy wisdom that knows how to make love to the moment.
Sex that ripples through every authentic cell of your body.
Sex that pulses with every tiny whisper of life knowing life.
If you want to find the seat of your sexual power.
Your real deep sovereign sexual nature.
Find the crone that lives in you.
Wild. Ugly. Innocent. Real.
The real initiation begins here.

Author: Maya Luna

Photo Art: Sarah Peirse

No Longer Waiting

“I am no longer waiting for a special occasion; I burn the best candles on ordinary days.
I am no longer waiting for the house to be clean; I fill it with people who understand that even dust is Sacred.
I am no longer waiting for everyone to understand me; It’s just not their task
I am no longer waiting for the perfect children; my children have their own names that burn as brightly as any star.
I am no longer waiting for the other shoe to drop; It already did, and I survived.
I am no longer waiting for the time to be right; the time is always now.
I am no longer waiting for the mate who will complete me; I am grateful to be so warmly, tenderly held.
I am no longer waiting for a quiet moment; my heart can be stilled whenever it is called.
I am no longer waiting for the world to be at peace; I unclench my grasp and breathe peace in and out.
I am no longer waiting to do something great; being awake to carry my grain of sand is enough.
I am no longer waiting to be recognized; I know that I dance in a holy circle.
I am no longer waiting for Forgiveness. I believe, I Believe.”
“Life at Midlife” By Mary Anne Perrone
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Women Rising

“In Irish and Scottish mythology, the Cailleach is the divine hag, the Old Woman of the World, the creator-goddess of the land…She is the geotectonic power of the land itself, who gives shape to the Earth throughout all its ages. Stories tell of how she constructed enormous mounds, megaliths and towers in a single night. Like the natural world over which she presides, she renews herself constantly: each year in spring, or every hundred years, by bathing in a certain body of water, depending on the story…
In Scotland, she is known as Beira, Queen of Winter, a fearsome character with white hair, a dark blue face, rust-coloured teeth, and a single eye in the middle of her forehead. She created the mountains; they formed when, striding in giant steps across the land, she accidentally dropped rocks from her creel. In some stories she is said to have built the mountains intentionally, pouring them from her apron to serve as her stepping stones as she walked; in others she created rivers and lochs, and carried a hammer which she used to shape the hills and valleys. She leapt from hilltop to hilltop followed by herds of deer and families of wild pigs; sometimes she rode a wolf. She is a wilderness spirit who protects wild animals; she is a seasonal deity too, the elemental power of storms and of winter…
In Ireland…as folklorist Gearóid Ó Crualaoich declares in his extensive study of Cailleach traditions, she personifies the ‘proactive, female creativity and power . . . seen, in Irish ancestral culture, to be the major source from which emerges both the general form of the physical universe and the security and wellbeing of the social order in times of stress.'”
~ Sharon Blackie, “If Women Rose Rooted: A Life-Changing Journey to Authenticity and Belonging”
🎨 Art of Jane Brideson – SHOP, “The Hag of the Mill”
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