Maiden Mother Crone
Father, Son, Holy Spirit
Always, there is magic and power in three.
After all, Schoolhouse Rock declared 3 a magic number back in 1973:
"Three is a magic number.
Yes it is, it's a magic number.
Somewhere in the ancient, mystic trinity
You get three as a magic number.
The past and the present and the future,
Faith and hope and charity,
The heart and the brain and the body
Give you three.
That's a magic number."
I spoke already about my first two thirds of my life, what I now see as the Maiden and then Mother cycles. (Although, not technically a 'maiden' after I was 19, but you get my drift.) It seems so amazing to me that these 3 mystical cycles of life are lining up so neatly with the 3 cycles of my own life. Completely, mathematically, logically (to me anyway) lining up to my life.
|Maiden, Mother, Crone moon symbolism|
[as I am writing the past two days, a big fat crow has sat in the palm tree right outside my patio and SCRAWKED at me for like 10 minutes! I went out there and said hello and my Charlie Dawg went with me and just looked at him, because that crow would NOT shut the hell up and he was looking right at us! snapped a couple pics and he finally flew off I HEAR YOU UNIVERSE JEEBUS]
What does this last third of life mean? well, mean to ME as this is my blog and my mental regurgitation (you're welcome!)
|This one cracks me the hell up - yeah, 'sposed to be all MYSTICAL but that hair, that leaping. It's ME!|
In my 'Mother' cycle - i was a MOM! I was good at it, but I was flailing away with the only tools I had - what I called a ball-peen hammer and a melon baller. I was still scared but not running so much. I still felt like a fraud in EVERY aspect but motherhood. I had no experience with it, but man I took to it like a duck to water. The end of this cycle has been slooowly coming. It was very, VERY difficult to let go of the Mother cycle. Menopause almost killed me, almost ruined my marriage. And letting go of Mike was/is a more forcefully peeling away my fingers than it was/is just a graceful letting go. But I did it. I raised up a wonderful grown kid. I DID IT. I'm prouder of that than anything. But I was still very scared - I used to ask myself 'if I am not a mother what is my point?' - seriously. Without motherhood I was (I felt) nothing and nobody. Mike defined me. Made my life REAL. I was very scared to let go.
This cycle also saw me start to get smart about my broken child abused self. I met and married Jeff, which was the smartest decision I ever made, really. I moved geographically away from Abuse Central, as far as I could and not really piss off Mike's dad lol. I got my first real, actual,l DEDICATED job and did it for 5 years like a goddamned champ. They STILL want me to come back. I started a LOT of work on me - work that has ended up bringing me here - to this blog, to all of you - to the knowledge that my childhood WAS a fucked up mess and I wasn't just a big fat baby. It brought me absolutely the JOY of getting to the other side of this mountain - certainly there will be more mountains to climb but this - discovering I am an ACoN - discovering that I have A CHOICE if I want people in my life! <--huge deal, right there - discovering that I am a pretty funny amazing person all in my own right. That the things I DON'T know how to do do not define me.
Discovering that I AM OK.
and again, while writing this stuff down, I am getting all tearful. This has so much meaning for me - I feel like I'm graduating from school. Not finished, oh hellz no, there is still the advanced degree to get - but now I know I CAN DO IT.
Oh hell - here it is - I'm not scared anymore I AM CRYING FULL ON NOW
I'm not scared anymore.
I didn't have any idea that was coming. Not until I typed that up there.
Fear has been a burden - SUCH A BURDEN for me. Scared of me. Scared of what people thought. Scared I was doing 'it' wrong. Scared I was going to say the wrong thing. Scared my skirt would be tucked up into my underpants at some point. Scared someone would yell at me or criticize me or not like me. SCARED. Living in fear. Nervous as a long-tail cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Terrified of slamming doors or walking in heels or talking to people or.....
If I can offer you any hope - any of you starting out on this journey to discover all the ghosts and haints in your childhood - trying to throw open windows and SEE (Jonsi) the truth - discovering YOU and all of that - the hope is this. At the end, maybe, you wont ever be scared any more. A ringing phone or email notification wont send you running to the bathroom with diarrhea. You maybe wont need a xanax prior to a holiday meal. Or even a glass of wine! You'll be safe - because YOU will be keeping you safe in your own arms. You will discover, maybe, how to take really good care of you. and you wont be scared anymore.