A Crone’s Story: On coming full circle

29 Jun

First there was this–moon sketching. Two eyes, wide open, witnessing acceleration. Expansion.

seeing at the speed of light

… a visual portal for seeing what now seems very obvious. Upon reflection and a week of sitting and holding the feeling that some thing was not quite right. We were missing some thing–Crone and I. And yesterday, in a moment of silence, we heard as if with one ear, this: “Transcending difficult situations is only one part of what you will do. But ‘transcending’ does NOT mean cutting yourself off from your ground, from your roots, from your past. You may try to do that but it’s impossible, for one thing, and it’s counter productive for another.”

What? What? We sat together with this, Crone and I. She was the first to nod. Yes. So clear now. what were we thinking when we slashed off the bottom part of the cloth?cronecomplete

Simply a knee jerk reaction that provided a much-needed sense of space. A Gap.

True. The foundation of her life WAS complex. It was. And there were parts that felt scary and confusing. But they were hers and by accepting them back, she reclaimed some thing.

So. A bit of space was added. A blue strip provided perspective–space–and the cloth grew a bit and was whole again. And funny now how the red puppy, fangs and all, seems so benign. To think that a week ago it was all so overwhelming. But the red thread–the life force–remains entact. And Crone marvels at its ability to stretch and accommodate her need to fly.fearless flight1

And because they are also part of this story, part of the nudge that opened our ears, I want to thank Mo, Dee and Julie for showing interest in red puppy. And I want to thank Grace, who said some time ago, “Just stand and face.” And of course, thank you, my Crone, for listening.

28 Responses to “A Crone’s Story: On coming full circle”

  1. user107055 June 29, 2013 at 11:38 am #

    waking up and here i am with a smile of recognition…because while she was ever so lovely she now feels whole, encompassed, encompassing…and because red dog is so much a part of the whole…the red puppy fangs vivid and part of making the crone complete, vivid…good morning to you cynthia

    • Patricia June 30, 2013 at 10:15 am #

      oh cynthia. i can’t tell you how much i love your comments. i read “smile of recognition” and realize i feel that way too. when i hear from you. thank you my friend.

  2. julie June 29, 2013 at 12:06 pm #

    and the leash shrunk too, look back and see! Just a light tether, not an anchor.

    • Patricia June 30, 2013 at 10:16 am #

      wow julie. what an observation. you are SO right. the sense of weight–the anchor–has changed as well. thank you thank you thank you. your eyes have helped me see deeper into this. love love

  3. deedeemallon June 29, 2013 at 4:16 pm #

    Hi Patricia! cutting off the bottom, going through a period of purification and/or isolation – maybe even denial? – sounds like part of the path to claiming one’s ground, in its entirety!

    • Patricia June 30, 2013 at 10:19 am #

      Dee–yes–reclaiming my ground. the parts of myself. purification? yes. isolation/denial? perhaps out of blindness but not from intent. i’m asking the universe to bring it on. i want to know–to see–and thank you for your input. thank you soooooooooooooooooo much

  4. Anonymous June 29, 2013 at 4:21 pm #

    Love the Crone.

    • Patricia June 30, 2013 at 10:21 am #

      ah, yes. the crone. she’s starting to relish this–her crone-ness. thank you for supporting her

  5. beth June 29, 2013 at 4:27 pm #

    As above, so below. A much bigger story evolves. The fangs feel like a protective thing to me.

    • Patricia June 30, 2013 at 10:23 am #

      oh yes. i’m blown away here by the comments that are taking me even deeper into this. as above, so below. the mirror. yes yes. this is the crone’s story. it is my story. but it is more than that isn’t it. it’s our story. and the fangs–i see what you’re saying. why not protection? afterall, knowledge IS strength and

  6. Joan Coats June 29, 2013 at 4:42 pm #

    So in my mind , this is death and passing to the next level . Just as when Jude’s mother died.
    The story of the Crone and I is so deep . It feels instilled into my head-work. Thank you for writing it and creating cloth that is sewn with emotion. I can feel each stitich.

    • Patricia June 30, 2013 at 10:27 am #

      hi Joan. i’m happy to see you here. your name. i love your name. Joan Coats. a name that implies many things. i’m seeing cloths here. you passing out coats for comfort from the cold. you applying a coating of balm–a soothing salve. your comments feel like that for me. a comfort. thank you.

  7. Nancy Dasenbrock June 29, 2013 at 5:07 pm #

    Time … The great healer. Gives Perspective that doesn’t come any other way. And the space to listen to the crone who is invaluable!

    • Patricia June 30, 2013 at 10:30 am #

      time. yes. and 17 years is –in the big scheme of things– no thing. and the sense to hurry, to get it right–this time–that too has fallen away. in this one moment, right here, right now, this is where the eternal vastness lies for me. your being here means so much to me. thank you

  8. Nancy June 29, 2013 at 6:28 pm #

    I’m so glad you’ve shared this circle story. I love the space between.
    Between the past and the now, maybe? I’m also glad to see red dog back. It seems he needs to be there, yes?
    Take care.

    • Patricia June 30, 2013 at 10:34 am #

      that space. that blue space. essential gap where a load of processing can happen. and yes, red pup–big part of the story. maybe we’ll see him again. and aren’t we all part of this circle story? you being here, now, commenting, stepping up for add insight and awareness. welcome my friend.

  9. helen June 30, 2013 at 11:35 am #

    I love your crone, with her owl-wisdom face, wide eyed with the wonder of continuing…and the moon….oh…you have an umbilical cord connection with the moon….you have put in story cloth exactly how I feel about her……there she is….oh oh oh….as I type this I can see a story cloth image in my head…the moon at my navel….thank you so much for the inspiration. Happy Sunday to you.

    • Patricia June 30, 2013 at 11:29 pm #

      hi Helen. i’m thrilled to have you commenting here. i remember well a cloth of yours–was it for Tilly? if my memory hold. and a moon for a navel. what a surprise that would be. much love to you

  10. jude June 30, 2013 at 12:17 pm #

    sometimes put a bit of distance between things makes it easier to see the connection

    • Patricia June 30, 2013 at 11:29 pm #

      yes. that gap. for me it’s essential. or else i have my nose up my backside.

  11. karmadondruplhamo, (grace) June 30, 2013 at 1:36 pm #

    and the “tether” to red dog…is that too an umbilical of sorts?, that comes from WHAT is IT
    the form, that is at her hem? a placenta of sorts???? and now. i am totally fascinated
    with red dog. with their relationship….an odd paring?, or, OR, do all old women have their
    own red dog. ???
    this is a truly Fine and Great Work of Cloth
    love

    • Patricia June 30, 2013 at 11:31 pm #

      yes, yes, yes. a placenta. now i know what that is. and yes, i believe all women have their own red dog. notice i left off “old.” needing to reset my mind around that one, according to daughter. love to you

      • saskia July 1, 2013 at 7:18 pm #

        dog, umbilical chord, there has to be a relationship, ‘cos I’m looking up and notice my squatting EarthMother and dog and red drops of blood….

  12. Mo Crow June 30, 2013 at 3:45 pm #

    magic

    • Patricia June 30, 2013 at 11:30 pm #

      cloth is magic. much love to you

  13. Marti June 30, 2013 at 5:19 pm #

    Tethers; the red dog to the Old Crone – the leash of instinctual survival. The Old Crone to the moon -, the leash of possibilities. Both the same connective thread because when we can stand firm, we have the strength to face what comes next….

    • Patricia June 30, 2013 at 11:33 pm #

      oooooh. instinctual survival. love it. resonate with that. survival. and leash of possibilities–potential. i’m remembering that a zipline was the original idea here. back and forth. all of these metaphors are exciting my neurons!

  14. saskia July 1, 2013 at 7:12 pm #

    ….and also I’m thinking this Red Dog even if he does scare you at first, in the long run it never works trying to get away from what frightens you, at some point – and you got there didn’t you – you have to take a stand and say: I’m done running, I’m not going to budge, I’m gonna take you on and give it my best and we’ll see what happens. So you did, xx

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