Sunday Scribbling - Who Else Can I Still Be?

Although I missed out on doing last week's prompt (mea culpa... when I counted up, I found that, of the 19 prompts offered so far, I've only done 10 of them. I seem to be away at weekends a LOT!) I still wanted to do this week's. Yes, it might have turned out differently if I'd written last week, but I am where I am, so I just chose to write and see what came out. It turned out to suit my most recent SoulCollage (tm) card, so that's what I've added at the end!


Who else can I still be?

I can still be the woman who has learnt to put the past behind her. There is still space for me to become someone who doesn’t mind any more having lost, someone who will say with grace and ease “Ah, yes, there was a husband… but that was long ago, and doesn’t matter any more” I still have time to become someone for whom none of that really matters at all. Someone who is not troubled by regrets or overtaken by tears at strange times

She will live easy in the world, this woman, moving lightly from place to place, open and connecting with people she meets. The woman I might become has found the balance – the balances that I’ve been seeking. She can speak of herself and her life without boring others. She is in a place that is the perfect medium between aloof and intrusive. She doesn’t worry about the future, but she looks to it at the same time, and sees to it that she does the necessary things.

I can still be a woman who values the woman I am now, who brings her along, shelters her and praises her, knows the path she has trodden, and knows, when she looks back, that I did what I could, given my circumstances and resources. She will have no blame for me, and no bitterness for others. She will carry the past as a basket of treasures, rough and smooth gems, items that can be identified, and others that can be just felt, picked up and smoothed, touched to a cheek in blessing.

Maybe I can still become a woman who knows things other women need to hear, a woman who can share, and walk along the path with others. I can still be strong. I can still be wise. I can walk into the world proud in my skin, upright and capable. I can claim my place in the next phase of my life, begin to see the marks of Cronehood as marks of honour, begin to laugh more loudly, and to pay less attention to the rules. I can still become a woman who has the best qualities of my mother and grandmother in me. I can still become a woman who, without having a daughter, can pass those qualities to other women, or praise them and value them in friends, nieces, the sisters of the soul who come my way. Who else can I still be? I still have the chance to become fully, completely, wonderfully, Me.






The Crone









Other Sunday Scribblings are HERE