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The Crone

I am the crone.

The woman who knows

that not all endings are losses,

and not all darkness is something to escape.

I have watched parts of myself die,

some willingly,

others torn from me

before I was ready to let them go.

I have grieved what I once was

and made peace with what remains.

Beneath the soil of all I have buried,

new things grow.

Not in spite of what has died,

but because of it.

I know the light,

but I no longer worship it. I know the darkness,

but I no longer fear it.

Both have taught me.

Both have taken from me.

And now, I am the balance between them.

*Approx. 35" L.

Hand Carved Crow from Antler.

The Crone

$410.00Price
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    United States

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    A Spell For You 

    By sun’s warm grace upon your back,
    By moonlight’s glow to light your track. May love and kindness bloom and grow, with every path you choose to go. From starry skies to ancient trees, may you find magick on every breeze. In moss and stone, in leaf and ember, may you know wonder, and always remember. 

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