Crones quest.

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I have felt this urgency  to release my old patterns of self-pity in order to step into this reality of being a grandmother. I have to shake myself free of my delusions.

I have just read, “Crones don’t Whine.” Jean Shinoda Bolen. The title resonates with me and the content is excellent.

Maybe you can identify with my experience of the ’sixties’ Suddenly a veil falls away.That veil which deceives me into believing that I have a future in which I may produce the ‘Great work’ that I have kept on the back burner. When that veil dissolved I became more than ever aware that there is only a stream of moments gone and moments being born. The potential is in the eternal now. So I slip slide along at times trying to catch up with the flow. The physical appearance succumbs to the ‘ravages’ of time that only the knife could alter. I need to adjust to this different image of myself that stares back at me from the mirror. I ask again, “Who am I?”