Transition to Crone

2 December 2011

I find myself with women, all of whom are treading
  this path of transition to a new form of being;
  Alive in a new way, with
  an entirely new body,
  adult children, a career past...
  and standing on the barely tread path of our future.

Threads of the past woven through our beings,
  learning to acknowledge, love and let them go.
  Learning to accept;
  allowing to heal.

Finding courage to look upon the face, so different,
  gazing at us in the mirror;
  Recognizing the eyes,
  seeing the soul,
  matured yet anticipating new growth.

The body,
  Laughing in love at its funny wrinkles and mysterious aches,
  learning to love and respect its new form.
  Understanding now the transitory nature of its walk with our spirit,
  and living with gratitude to honor its brief, yet sacred, walk.

Awed by all that.

Rejoicing in new found wisdom.
  Humbled by lessons that seek us over and again,
  and that come as babes to
  remind us that we are to grow, change and experiment
  all the way through the final transition from this life
  into whatever lies beyond.

Feeling tears and that familiar lump in my throat.
  The tears held together by a complex network of
  hope, love, sorrow, glee, humility, rejoicing, laughter...
  but mostly

Awe

  at All that is.

Gratitude

  for All that is.

Rapture

  in knowing

  All that is

  includes needs, loves

  us All.