The Wholeness of Our Cycles
Maiden. Mother. Crone. Maiden. Mother. Crone. The magical threes of fairy tales, archetypes, and business PowerPoints. One, two, three. Spring, summer, winter. Maiden, mother crone. I am in an age (not at an age, like a number, but in, like a room I’m just discovering, or a new part of a cycle I’m traveling) where I feel full, alert, ripe with potential, and capable of well-timed movement.