EMBRACING AGING — MOONDAY MUSING.🌒

An ode to the dark feminine.

I remember vividly my mother crying on her thirty three birthday.

I was eleven at that time – she had me so young she couldn’t differentiate being a teenager or a mom.

I was in a state of dismay and disbelief. She was so beautiful every head would turn at her sight. She has always been very beautiful, from a young age. And at thirty three, she was devastating. She was my mother – a piece of me so intimate I still ache for her belly sometimes. I would try to find something in my young figure, something from her. Before I found her face and her fierceness in myself, many years occured.

Aging helped me to look like a woman – and to embrace being one.

I love old women.

I love old women that left the price of beauty morph into a tale for them.

I’m a little bit afraid of us when we grab at it – and when we’re afraid of losing our youth.

Youth is dripping from me, always.

And I do age, one day at a time.

But I ain’t afraid : because in my household no elder is left behind. Because my favorite person has always been my grandmother. And when I’ll be wise, I’ll embrace the witch within me a little closer.

The crone is the powerfulest - from Arthémis to Séléné to Hécateh. Hécateh has three faces – she knows spring, summer, autumn and winter. Life secrets unfold behind her eyes. I crave knowledge and wrinkles and power.

Reading about witches, archetypes, symbolism and especially ‘La Sorcière’ from Michelet, I came to the conclusion that humanity fears wildness.

And on this earth, I came to be wild.

An ode to aging :

I hope I’ll throw a party at

my first wrinkles and

that one day I’ll love myself unlimited.

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Thank you for being here and sharing this journey with me.

‘Moon Day Musing’ is a space for reflection, intuition, and deep connection :

just like the moon’s pull on the sea, guiding its tides.

This piece is an ode to the dark feminine — a tribute to aging as a sacred passage.

I hope it resonates with you.

See you in the next musing!

yours truly,

Michèle. 💌