In civilizations long since past, the aging female was looked upon with respect. The oldest in the community was often called the wise woman, crone, healer, witch or just mother.

Personally, I like the term crone. I want to be a Crone.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

I Want to be a Crone

In civilizations long since past, the aging female was looked upon with respect. The oldest in the community was often called the wise woman, crone, healer, witch or just mother.

Personally, I like the term crone. I want to be a Crone.

A generation ago, I would have fit into this category. Today, because of the aging population, I’m put into the category of Younger Baby Boomer. I feel ripped off.

I’ve lived a lot of years. Formal education, lifelong learning studies, and just living day to day have left me with knowledge and experiences to share. Working full time and raising a child on my own, running a household and being involved in community events and charity work  have added to the data base of trivial and important facts and ideas in my brain.

My gut has been trained to send advice to my cranial decision making processor. My face traces the routes of my trials and successes, my joys and my pains. I see with eyes that compares present to past.

But how many people seek me out for advice????? I can count them on one hand.

A few years ago I learned how to handle this hurtful situation. I just butt in and give advice whether it’s asked for or not.

I try to hold my tongue around family members. I feel they are forced to put up with me and I want to make it as easy as I can on them. But friends, coworkers and anyone else within hearing distance are on their own. If they choose, they can run away. Many do. That’s okay. Less birthday presents I have to buy.

Now that I’ve introduced myself and my blog I’ll leave it up to you to decide whether you’d like to follow the crone and share my words of wisdom. I don’t force my opinions on anyone. I don’t ask that you agree with me. In fact, I often play devils advocate and my musings are sometimes thinly veiled sarcasm.

Open debate and civil disagreement is welcome in the comment section. No personal attacks allowed. If you have any intelligence at all, you can state your opinion without acting like a 3 year old who has expanded his vocabulary by hanging out with Dad on a DIY project.