That Woman

This poem speaks to me, it has for a while now. Iโ€™ve been thinking about it, and now my thoughts need to be shared. Itโ€™s been a while since Iโ€™ve been inspired to add to this blog, but itโ€™s time.

๐—ง๐—›๐—˜ ๐—–๐—ข๐—ก๐—ง๐—˜๐—ก๐—ง๐—˜๐—— ๐—–๐—ฅ๐—ข๐—ก๐—˜

๐—œโ€™๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜†๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ, ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—บ๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ต, ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ป.

๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฑ ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ, ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ฟ ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—น๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐˜๐˜€ ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ป ๐˜€๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐˜.

๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ธ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜€๐—บ๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ต๐˜‚๐—บ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜โ€™๐˜€ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ณ๐˜‚๐—น๐—น ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น๐˜† ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐—ด๐—ต๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ.

๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜€๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป, ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฒ, ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐—ท๐—ผ๐˜†, ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜„๐˜๐—ต.

๐—œ ๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐—œโ€™๐—ฑ ๐—ณ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ธ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—œ ๐—ป๐—ผ ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐˜ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ฑ ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—บ๐˜† ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—น๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—œ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜†๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—น๐—ฑ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐˜‚๐—น๐—น ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—บ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—บ๐—ฒ.

๐—œ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—น๐—ฑ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ด๐—ต๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ด๐˜‚๐—ถ๐—น๐˜ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—œ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—น๐—ฑ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด, ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ.

๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—œ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—น๐—ฑ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด, ๐—ด๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด, ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ฑ ๐—œ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฑ ๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜๐˜๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—ป๐˜‚๐—ด๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ป, ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜†๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ผ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ป.

๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฐ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ.

๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—ฝ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ท๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜† ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ถ๐˜๐˜†.

๐—ก๐—ผ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜๐—ต ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—บ๐—ฒ, 

๐—œ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜‚๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด, ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฑ๐—น๐˜†, ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ท๐—ผ๐˜† ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—น๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ธ ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ด๐—ผ๐˜ ๐˜€๐—ผ ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ.

๐—œโ€™๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜†๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ, ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—บ๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ต, ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ป.

๐—๐—ผ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—บ๐—ฒ, ๐—ถ๐—ณ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฒ.

๐——๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฎ ๐—”๐˜€๐—ต๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ต

Yes. I would like to join you. And I want to reclaim the word. Crone.

It has been given to the wizened, old lady with the poisoned apple in her twisted hand, the witch, the harridan – a word to describe the least desirable of us all, a useless, bitter old woman.

But in the days before men decided our worth, when women passed their knowledge down, the older women knew the most. They were the wise women, the revered ancient ones who knew how to bring on a pregnancy or end one, who knew which plants and extracts healed and which ones harmed, the ones who oversaw births and deaths, eased pain and restored health. Knowledge was power, and men hated that. So they decided knowledge was only valuable if gained in a university, founded and run by men, usually religious ones. These doctors created medicine, the wise women created potions. The doctors said prayers to make their medicines more effective, the wise women uttered spells and incantations. And they decided wise women were witches, evil people to be hunted and killed, and that the ideal woman was a virtuous, fair maiden who became a dutiful, submissive wife. Old women were relegated to the shadows, silent and invisible.

Over time, the cult of youth took over. The anti-aging, multi-billion dollar beauty industry continues to convince us to exercise and diet to keep our youthful body, to slather our faces with expensive products to keep wrinkles and spots at bay, to colour our hair and lie about our age. To keep the old, wise woman hidden. To continue to render us invisible.

Our bodies change, we are mortal and change is inevitable. We embrace the change from girl to woman but not the change from woman to old woman. We do everything possible, including surgery, to pretend the years arenโ€™t changing us, to remain in the woman phase. We donโ€™t embrace the final step of our journey because long ago men decided old women were dangerous and our societal norms reinforced that in subtle ways until here we are today, in a world that reveres youth above all else.

Well, boomer women are kicking those beliefs to the curb. We are talking about menopause, embracing our silver locks and using cosmetics to keep our skin healthy not wrinkle free. We are active not to look young but to feel alive, to keep our bodies moving so we can continue to travel, chase after grandchildren and make love to our partners.

It will take a long time to erase the beliefs engrained over centuries. Cultural change is slow, the movement forward seems positively glacial at times. But change is a-coming, slow or not. And we silver-haired crones are leading the way, not only for ourselves, but for all those the โ€œmoral majorityโ€ renders effectively invisible and silent. We will not sit silently in the dark corners, we are raising our voices and marching in protest. Google Jane Fonda and youโ€™ll see what Iโ€™m talking about.

As the poem at the beginning of this post says, join me if you like. Be brave, embrace your inner wise woman. Be the active, vital, amazing and beautiful crone our great grandmothers many times removed were never allowed to be.

One thought on “That Woman

  1. Thanks, this all so true…I have never wished to be younger than I am, I’m very content to be who I am. I have found however that as I age my vocal filters have become fewer, I feel ok with saying what I’m thinking…within reason hopefully lol.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.