I love the imagery of womanhood, and the stages we move through.
One problem, has always been the stages seemed to be missing where I am now.
Maiden, Mother, Crone.
I skipped Mother, in the literal sense, opting not to have children (yes, I know you can mother other things like art, projects….. I know!) and have felt a little in limbo for, well, most of my adult life. I didn’t still feel like a Maiden, at age 42, and nowhere near wise and gorgeous enough to claim ‘Crone’ – so where was I in this cycle?
I felt a little out of the loop, so to speak.
The Mother archetype has never truly resonated with me, at any stage. I respect and love this archetype, but it is not really who I am. Not as a literal role, and not as a symbolic one, either.
Some women aren’t mothers, and it felt like we not-mothers didn’t have a name other than defined by what we are NOT.
Not-Mothers are women like me who have never had children and don’t plan to, and there are Also-Mothers, too, women who have already raised their children and. although still Mothers, are embracing another primary role in life that isn’t Mother, but certainly isn’t Crone either!
I love working with other women in this stage, a stage where we are defined by our minds, creativity and characters, more than our bodies, reproductive abilities, nurturing of others, or sexuality.
There is a lot of power and possibility in this stage, but I didn’t have a name for it.
I accidentally stumbled across this missing stage in a forum I’m part of not so long ago. A stage not defined by the body but by the mind and creativity, a stage between Motherhood and Cronedom.
A stage I think I went straight to on the rocky road from Maiden, bypassing ‘Mother’ with a respectful nod.
You can imagine my delight at finding this stage, given that I’m passionate about living an Enchanted Life, after all!
That word sings to a deep part of me.
A catcher of creativity, spinner of mystery and weaver of connection.
A maker of the real from the imagined.
A transformer, a conjurer of light and love and glittery possibility.
That’s me. Maybe it’s you, too?