Granny Fricket's Thicket

We are the crones…

Sitting here in the creeping dawn… thunder Rollins off to the southwest and birds singing to the morning… joy candle burning …. I am reflecting on yesterday’s crone circle… my first…

I don’t know… looking back at my life… if I can claim to have been the maiden or the mother… not, at least, with any intention, bu I do know now that I am a crone.

I found my tribe.

Is that where the word conies comes from? one must do some research.

We cast a circle (the 5 of us)… we picked a coin from a dish and held it for the duration… we went around the circle telling each other of our concerns and our gripes. Holding the coin we talked together… we drew animal runes (I got turtle) and read from the book animal-speak runes what our rune signifies. Now I need to find at least the book… the author died in 2009 and I can not find where it can be obtained anywhere. I need to find it or recreate it, somehow. Connecting with my shamanic roots is speaking to me…

We discussed Pagan Pride Days. It will be in late August in Bedford Ohio. It sounds like an interesting festival.

The leader discussed the knowledge they is (or isn’t) passed down any longer… like eating the mushrooms where flies land because they are not poisonous… and drinking from the water where horses drink because a horse will not drink from bad water.

We are the crones

We walk the crone’s path.

We put the coins back in the dish and sent positive energy into them and donated them to the current charity of new moon… and we closed the circle.

I realize that I am weird

I also realize I’m too damn old to care what other people think.

Love and light…. Blessed be…merry meet and merry part and merry meet again