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Acknowledging the Crone

Today, on Facebook, a woman posted this wonderful statement about the Crone.

My response is a link to my page ON BECOMING THE CRONE

IN PRAISE OF THE INNER CRONE!

OK, we all know about the “inner child”, right? The innocent being who still lives inside of us, who needs and deserves love and care, and whom we sometimes have to channel in order to learn self-compassion?

I’m a big fan of the notion of the inner child. It can be a really healing construct. Once, when I was going through a particularly dark season of self-loathing, I taped a sweet photo of myself (age 2) on my mirror, and taught myself that any harm I did to me, I also did to HER. It made me kinder and more tender to myself. Imagining other people’s inner children makes me kinder and more tender to them.

So the Inner Child is a good thing.

These days, though, I spend less time thinking about my Inner Child lately, and more time focused on my INNER CRONE — the old lady who lives inside me, whom I hope to someday be.

Because she’s a serious bad-ass.

The really old ladies always are bad-asses. I’m talking about the real survivors. The women who have been through everything already, so nothing scares them anymore. The ones who have already watched the world fight itself nearly to death a dozen times over. The ones who have buried their dreams and their loved ones and lived through it. The ones who have suffered pain and lived through it, and who have had their innocence challenged by ten thousand appalling assaults…and who lived through all of it.

The world is a frightening place. But you simply cannot frighten The True Crone.

Some might consider the word “crone” to be derogatory, but I don’t in the least. I honor it. The crone is a classic character from myth and folklore, and she often the bearer of great wisdom and supernatural power. She is sometimes a guardian to the underworld. She has tremendous vision, even if she is blind. She has no fear of death, which means: NO FEAR.

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I keep a wall of photos of some of my favorite crones, for inspiration. The photo below is of a Ukrainian Babushka who lives in (get this) Chernobyl. There are a group of such women — all tough elderly peasants — who have all recently moved back to the radioactive area around Chernobyl.

You know why they live there? Because they like it.

They like Chernobyl because that’s where they came from. They are natural-born farmers. They hated being refugees.They resented being shunted off their land after the catastrophe. They hated living in the shabby and crime-infiltrated and stress-inducing government housing in the city, and they much prefer the independence of living off the land in the most contaminated nuclear site on earth. They have formed a stupendously resilient retirement community there, in what some would call the world’s most terrifying landscape.

Is it safe? Of course not. Or, whatever. After 90 years of hard living, what does “safe” even mean? They drink the water. These women plant vegetables in that radioactive soil and eat them. They butcher the wild pigs that scavenge around the old nuclear power plant, and eat them, too. Their point is: “We are old. What do have to fear from radioactivity? At this age? Who cares?”

All they want is their freedom. So they take care of themselves and each other. They cut and haul their own wood. They make their own vodka. They get together and drink and laugh about the hardships of World War II and the evils of the Stalin years. They laugh about everything, then they go outside and butcher another radioactive boar and make sausage out of him.

I would put these women in a Bad-Ass Contest against any cocky young alleged Bad Ass you’ve got going, and I guarantee you — the Chernobyl crones would win, hands down.

We live in a society that romanticizes youth. We live in a culture where youth is considered a real accomplishment. You look at a seriously powerful classic crone like the woman in this photo and you see foolish we are — to imagine that the young offer much for us to aspire to, or learn from. No wisdom like the wisdom of survival. No equanimity like the equanimity of somebody who plants a garden right on top of a nuclear disaster and gets on with it.

So these days, when my Inner Child gets all fluttery with the panic of living, I just ask myself: ” WWMICD?”

“What Would My Inner Crone Do?”

Ask yourself that same question. See what she tells you.

One thing I can promise you she will never say? She will never say: “WORRY.

She will more likely tell you this: “ENDURE.”

Hang in there, all you future awesome crones!

LG

My response is a link to my page ON BECOMING THE CRONE

My new friend in Atlanta Roz and I have mutual things in common - we both love Jazz and we both write.

My new friend in Atlanta Roz and I have mutual things in common.
We both love Jazz and we both write.

Watching my father (94) age gives me so much pleasure.

Watching my father (94) age gives me so much pleasure.

  The only object to life is to enjoy it and have fun!

http://www.wijsf.org

http://www.joancartwright.com

http://www.mimijohnson.net

http://www.mjtvnetwork.info

 

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SYMPOSIUM on Women in Arts

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These points people need to be aware of:
  • Women benefit from 1-5% of public funding of the Arts. WIMUST Report
  • Women pay 53% of the taxes on the planet but make 64-75 cents on the dollar men make
  • Women contribute 93% of their income to their families. Men contribute 43% to their families.
  • Of 134 NEA Jazz Master Awards since 1982 with a $25,000 honorarium, only 15 women received this award
  • Lilly Ledbetter’s Fair Pay Restoration Act, signed by Pres. Obama in 2009 does not include women musicians
This is the interview that I talk about why I founded Women in Jazz South Florida, Inc.
 
Check out these women, also:
  1. Girls In The Band a film by Judy Chaikin interview on my show MUSICWOMAN Radio
  2. Ellen Seeling, Montclair Women’s Big Band (CA) See this video I made of interview on KCBS with Ellen Seeling:
  3. Dotti Anita Taylor former President of IWJ (NY)
  4. Nicki Mathis, founder of The Many Colors of Women (Conn.)
  5. Janice Rhoshalle Littlejohn, filmmaker 
  6. Patricia Adkins-Chiti, President of Fondazione Adkins-Chiti: Donne in Musica and photos of women composers in Europe last July 2014 at the WIMUST Conference
  7. See the WIMUST Report
On May 2, in Atlanta, I will be honored as the Lady Jazz Master @ www.bwijawards.com
(PLEASE VOTE FOR ME as composer and for our 4th Compilation CD at this link: http://www.bwijawards.com/final-voting.php)
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Awakening the Goddess

Since the turn of this century (2000), the Goddess in us all has been awakening. Now is the time for women and men to acknowledge the Goddess, who has been hidden, ignored, omitted, and disavowed for centuries.

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This book may help you awaken the Goddess in you!

For more information on The Goddess go to my Spirit site Awakening The Goddess.

Also, read my book about my Spiritual Journey

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Remembering You

rhythmscoverRemembering You
As you rake across the coals of my sleeping heart

The love I hid for years comes shining through

And as I wake to mem’ries all gone dark

I reawake to passions gleaned by you

The value of these words is that they speak the truth

I dared not say for decades when

I thought that we were through

But now I see that this belief was all in vain

And, oh, how I long to lay with you again

To hear you speak to me sweet words of love

And lust, oh, yes, sweet lust I do recall

The memory of our love is not in vain

For the heart keeps memories present most of all

Each moment that we shared just making love

Oh, man of love it’s thee I do desire

Your words, your touch that set me all aglow

They set the pulse between my loins afire

You, caressing all my parts at once

Stirred up this soulful love I have for you

A ray of hope that leaps across my brain

Reminds me that we’re mending years in truth

So, then, we may, once more lay in the sun

Soaking up the heat of love ‘til evening’s end

The mission of our souls to be as One

Twin flames of love that ne’er will part again

©2014Joan Cartwright

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