The Season of the Witch

December 17, 2011

It’s a good time of year to be a witch.  This is our time to shine, especially if you fall, as I do, into the category of “Crone”.

Most of our era’s religions and their resulting cultures discount women once we’re past the age of bearing children.  Youth is everything.  Youth is sexy and desirable, and women over 40 submit themselves to surgery, poisonous injections, cancer-causing tanning rays, and a hundred other devices in order to maintain the appearance of youth.  Why?  Seriously…WHY?

In Paganism, women reach their full potential and power when they step into the role of Crone.  Childbearing is behind us.  We no longer have small children wandering into our private times at night when we’re engaged in personal acts of sexuality or ceremony.  Our rituals – sexual or otherwise – have the richness of experience and the serenity of confidence attached to them.  We stand bold and full of our wisdom as women.

Winter celebrates this time for us.  It is the Fallow Time.  It is the time when our strength is at its apex, when we stand in our robes of silver, touched by frost and embracing the stillness of the season with perfect beauty, perfect wisdom.  We know the Spring will come again.  We still the restless hearts of the young and assure them that their time will come again.  Buds will burst forth.  Foals and calves will take their first stumbling steps upon new grass.  Eggs will hatch and the sun will break forth in what is now a sky of solid gray. 

But before that happens, before Spring comes to place us in the role of grandmother, midwife and healer, let the Crone enjoy her reign.  We have the wisdom the world aches for.  We embody serenity and patience.  We have passion under our hand and can unleash it at will.  We are the goddesses of old.

I embrace the streaks of silver in my hair.  My son is a warrior on the field of life, no longer wanting or needing my worried fussing.  The young come to me for advice and I’m confident in giving it.  The man beside me has winter hair and the settled, puckered scars of a youth well-spent.  I’ve never loved life more.

I have arrived.  I am the best of Woman.



6 Responses to “The Season of the Witch”

  1. Mickey Mills Says:

    Love this blog. You are an amazing woman. :-*

  2. Mickey is right. You ARE an amazing woman & my life is richer for knowing you…

  3. luckyredhead Says:

    Cream rises to the top, and you are the crème de la crème. 🙂 xo & @->->-

  4. John H. Drake Says:

    Hi Deb,
    I hope that you realize, that with the accolades and stardom, which you now enjoy and that I totally support, comes the necessity to continue your great writings. I think I love every word you write……..and hope through the grace of the Universe, that one day…we actually meet.
    Hugs and best wishes……….John

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s