What Being a Crone Means to Me

Greetings!

Welcome to the June 2020 Crones Counsel Newsletter . The fullness of Summer is upon us.

June 2020

First Crones Counsel Zoom

By Maggie Fenton

Wow! How wonderful it was to see all your faces! Thank you for joining our inaugural Zoom on June 20th. For those of you who missed it, another is being planned for September 26th. Information and sign up will be in the newsletter next month so PLEASE open and read your newsletters. Also please know that these emails will occasionally end up in "promotions" if you are using Gmail. We had reports that several missed it because they were unaware. These announcements will be in the newsletters, on the Facebook site and on our webpage. We will set a registration deadline about a week ahead of the Zoom and will not be allowing any late registrations. We need to know how many are coming so we have time to prepare. Read more.

What Being a Crone Means to Me

By Merritt Medusa

When you’re a crone and when problems arise you wait a while before you rise to meet them. You have been there before and know they will usually resolve themselves. You are unflappable.

When you’re a crone you are not impressed with the latest high fashion rage. You know what has value and comfort for you and you wear it well.

When you’re a crone you wait until someone asks for advice. You know they will not hear you if you give advice they have not requested.

When you’re a crone you know that what most people need is a good listener—to truly be heard and understood.

When you’re a crone, giving is more fulfilling than acquiring. Read more.

If you would like to submit your version of, "What being a Crone Means to Me," please send to winfiandaca@gmail.com before July 5th.

The Silver Lining of the Pandemic

By Kaya Kotzen

When I first came to the Southwest, I was a snowbird and in awe of all this part of our country had to offer. Making a decision to become a full time resident, I did not have a clue as to the grief that would follow that process. Missing friends, communities, priestess sister friends and writing friends. It took two years of hard emotional work to regroup and mourn the losses of this part of my life.

During the pandemic, however, amazing things have happened through Zoom. Read more.

Need help getting connected or proficient with Zoom? Check out this YouTube video by Marcia Chadly

Joining a Zoom Call for the First Time; Fun and Easy Online Connection

Joining Zoom from a Phone:

https://youtu.be/d6QjODgTuQE

Fall Equinox Virtual Gathering via

Zoom

Saturday, September 26, 2020

Registration coming next month.

Recovery with Resilience: Adapt

By Diane Sieg

Reprinted with permission from Diane Sieg's Blog

Think about all the adaptations you have made in the last two months, changing how you do virtually everything (no pun intended). Adapt means to adjust oneself to different conditions, environments, and circumstances and by now we are all quite familiar with it. No matter what recovery phase you are currently in, adapting is a critical resilience skill in the process. Read more.

Crone Alice Yee

From the LaJolla Light

101-year-old La Jollan Alice Yee is a "change agent" for life.

— “It never occurred to me that ‘happily ever after’ would not be what one expected it to be,” Alice Yee says. Reflecting on becoming dean of women at Central Washington University: “I was hired as a ‘change agent’ at a time when there were changes being made in the treatment of women on campus,” she said. Citing imbalances such as curfews and dress codes for women that prohibited slacks unless the temperature was… See More

Poetry Corner

My Anthem in Pandemic

By Jan Gist

I’m a lucky old white woman

sitting by myself

peering through a Zoom screen

in my isolated wealth

hiring folks to buy my food

taking walks to lift my mood

lucky with my bank accounts

got all I need in big amounts.

Down the hill across the nation

Black and Brown have lost their patience.

Rage and grief and old despair

are joined out loud out in the air.

And they are brave and they are tired

and their passions burn with fire.

No more murder. Make it stop.

Take away the killer cop.

Take your knee off my Black neck

My Life’s my own, not yours to wreck