Hello again

 The blogging has fallen away for a time. Well I'm ready to be back at it, albeit from a different prospective.

It's been a time of transition...

Crone  Mother  Maid


My crone years have arrived. 


The physical transition is a bit like puberty what with all those changing hormones etc. Maybe I should say hormoans since there certainly is quite a bit of that going on. 

I notice that everything is getting closer to the floor. I  think of it as the three drooping Bees..Bum, Breasts and  belly. What! BELLY!! where did that come from? My own fault. I could do something about that last B...
I suppose

Ooh well


 The there's the f-word. Yes the capital F-word It is absolutely the right word! I try not to notice that my face seems to be slowly but steadily sliding down my skull


 but I do :o

  


Oh well


Suddenly the world is way too hot, I mean airconditioning even at -20 hot. Some say this may pass, but only if I'm lucky. I talked to this woman that was 80....who knew? Too depressing to go there.

See what I mean by hormoaning? 


Oh just one more. I really really wanted a lovely head of grey/white hair. While my hubby's family turns out fantastic heads of grey willy nilly there is no precedent in my family. I'm so-o- jealous, 


Oh well.


I don't know whether to laugh or cry


so much for a graceful entrance




Oh well.




I choose 


 a joyful path


a soulful way


I choose the wild way


I choose to be a diva crone


I do..


You'll see