“Love your tears, Crone-to-be,” croons Grandmother Growth. “Feel the grief, the grief of death. Let these tears flood your heart with compassion. Grieve all that is lost to you, dear one. Grieve all potential that never thrived. Grieve the beauty extinguished too soon. Grieve the wounds of all women, all souls.
“Grief is an important part of your self-initiation as Crone, great granddaughter. As a menopausal woman you are watching the death of yourself as a fertile Mother-woman. So it is fair to cry, to weep and to grieve. Come, cry on my shoulder.”
SUSUN S WEED
New Menopausal Years, The Wise Woman Way (Ash Tree Publishing)
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