Why Crone?

How old are you Crone?

I am Grae, I am 28 years old. 

I am younger in years than most trees my height. 

I am older than some beaches (acknowledgement to Mauna Kea’s youthful fire of creation).

I am of a similar age to many, many other 28 year old beings.

I am part of Crone Collective. 

(*Yes, according to Webster definition originating in the 1800s, a crone is an “old womxn”.) 

True, at this season of my life I would not title my prominent identity as an “old womxn”. 

And yet, I do not intend to stay affixed to my current season of my life. I do intend to grow; grow up, grow down, grow deep, grow abundant, grow wise, wild, dangerous, to grow my gifts, my service, my wisdom, my belonging, and yes, to grow old. I intend to grow my Croneness. 

And to clarify, I am much more than 28. 

A tree is more than its rings of growth. 

A volcano, as you can infer, is ageless.

And a Crone, a Crone is much more than an “OLD WOMXN”.

Crone, in the definition of our Collective can be:

A wise womxn. 

A powerful womxn. 

A dangerous womxn. 

A womxn of nature. 

An Archetypal womxn. 

A womxn who owns their story. 

A womxn who knows their gifts and their magic. 

A womxn who offers these gifts to their community. 

A womxn who belongs. 

A Crone can be much more….. And yes, a Crone can be what they are becoming. 

I want to be those things. 

When do we step into who we are becoming?

When does a tree begin to grow?

When does a volcano begin to be?

At birth?

At seed?

At the molten core of liquid magma?

I want to be who I am becoming. To dance NOW with attention and intention into the reciprocity of my present and future. I want to tend, to nurture, and to give to the future lineage of myself. With fluidity, with finesse, with responsibility, and perhaps with nonlinear synchronicity. I want to inherit myself and my choices with earned gratitude. 

Where are the Crones?

Where are the wise womxn? 

Where are the powerful womxn? 

Where are the dangerous womxn? 

Where are the womxn of nature? 

Where are the Archetypal womxn? 

Where are the womxn who own their stories?

Where are the womxn who know their gifts and their magic? 

Where are the womxn who offer these gifts to their community? 

Where are the womxn who belong? 

They are within us, growing. 

- Grae