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.
6 comments:
I love your brand of wisdom Patrice somewhere along the way you make me smile every day!
Thank you, Suzanne
If you like to give advice, maybe you can help me.
My husband started a weekend lawn service to help us pay the bills. He did pretty good over the summer, and I thought we'd have some extra money to enjoy life. Now he bought a $7,000 tractor for his lawn service. He says he can use it to do other stuff for customers like plow snow during the winter.
I got mad and bought a leather couch just to teach him a lesson. It only cost $5,600. Less than his tractor. Now he's mad at me.
How can I let him know that I put up with him being gone almost every night during the summer and most weekends, leaving me here to clean the house without any help and I deserve a break, too. We really can't afford the couch, but we could if he would take the tractor back. He is being really selfish.
Taken for Granted
Taken for Granted, I've devoted a whole post to your question:
http://grandmabuttsinn.blogspot.com/2010/09/dear-grandma-if-you-like-to-give-advice.html
Thanks for asking my advice.
My pagan name is Cerridelia, which is a combination of Cerridwin, The Crone, and Cordelia, The Goddess of Spring and Summer flowers, and of Garden fairies. I figure I have knowledge of flowers, so it fits.
I'm trying to think of a way to make a pun Crone's/ Crohn's--yeah but it's not working! :-p
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