I realize now that what I saw in my mother—the fixed-ness to one spot—her dining room table—a cup of coffee beside her—was not only a response to a life of over-doing, but also quite possibly, the result of–hormones.
I know this now because I have become fixed.
How else can the wisdom of crones be cultivated?
I have joined the spiral dance of the still ones.
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Very nice: the spiral dance of the still ones!
Just an update: I have found the peace centre in Crete that we were speaking about… I will be in Crete at the end of June doing a personal documentary photo workshop, and I will ask if I can spend a day there. It looks like a wonderful place. Of course I will send you a report and photos! 🙂 xx
Yay! I can’t wait to hear ALL about it!!!!