the still ones

(artist: Holly Sierra)

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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(more on stillness: Ripening still)

Winter Solstice

Time to apprentice with a mountain.

Loren Cruden, Spirit of Place