#crone

An old crone

She holds roses and a pomegranate: symbols of youth, sex, fertility. They are withering. The things women are told give them value do not last.

This is how aging women are often seen: fading, invisible.

But she is not fading. She is instinct, memory, wisdom.

With no inner Wisdom figure to guide them, and no outward model to help them set boundaries and be their own person, young women often fall victim to false and superficial ideals, such as pleasing others. Ironically, they achieve their greatest success at the cost of their own emerging sense of self.”

Ava, barbarian, mother, crone.

I finished watching episode 8 of burrows end today. It was a lot. Ava’s strength and tenacity are admirable, but I never want to be that cold, especially to my family.