it’s not like I live in a castle, with its secret passages and evil sorcerers in their towers and bubbling potions. I live in suburbia, a normal little town with a lively crime rate but not really a dangerous area. I mean I feel safe enough with my pepper spray and my nose stuck in a book . jaywalking is as dangerous as I get.
I live on a corner and find that my front porch is almost high theater or low depending on the day. Shakespeare would be proud and maybe find inspiration.
There is a duck that visits the cat ladies brood on Thursday for aerobics. Its like clockwork but I still laugh. the saddest ice cream truck guilts me into an almost daily splurge, the single note of the gong announcing its arrival reminds me of a sailor lost at sea. The buoy tolls for you!! now buy some ice cream or I’ll cry!!
my next door neighbor is the most astute gentleman in public and I imagine he works as an accountant with his freshly pressed suits but I always giggle when I remember how he sings soprano in the morning. Beached whale an operetta every weekday morning, or at least that is what it sounds like.
He would be so embarrassed and so would I if I told him that his secret life isn’t.
I almost can imagine what the southern belles watched on their porches and think they would laugh at the gossip I hold back from sharing.
I’m just going to blunt and say that I really have always had a problem with a major part of neopaganism but I’ve always ignored the niggling voice in the back of my mind because there was no alternative that I could see or figure out myself. The problem of the mother maiden crone triad is what I am referring to.
There are so many different things wrong or incomplete about this triad that I cannot easily find a place to begin.
As a woman who does not want children or at least doesn’t see them in her near future, the idea that all goddesses or women can be reduced to their ability to have children is both demeaning and patently untrue.
Having a uterus does not guarantee that we want children(or vice versa) and not wanting children does not make any of us less of a woman. There are all kinds of women in the world and it would be really stupid of anyone to think that all of us can fit into any premade box. Gender roles are not cut and dry.
They are messy and need to be reconfigured almost daily on a personal basis. its almost like a lump of wet clay, out on display but constantly being fiddled with by the artists hands. Its always a work in progress, evolving and beautiful.
I found an article recently that points to a tentative alternative for that neat little bit of Swiss cheese theology. It brought up some good points and was a good read. The book mentioned is available on amazon, I’m going to pickup a copy. take a look and let me know what you think, cheers!
alternative to maiden mother crone
Earth, growth and death
ancestral knowledge (at West Side San Jose)
Beauty and delight, magical protection
Challenge, communication, inspiration (at West Side San Jose)