November 25, 2022
Reflections on that stag encounter. Dennis suggested this will be with me for quite a while. As it should be. Such sacred moments are rare and precious.
Wild. All my relations.
If you’ve been reading this blog for any length of time you know I consider all plants and animals as my relations. And it’s about being in relationship, especially with the stag. Since he was hit less than a country block from MossTerra, it’s likely he was father to some of the fawns and yearlings that live here. Indeed, he might be one of those born and raised here.
Crazy. Always an aspiration.
Some have commented on my courage to stand in the road and sing. But it’s less about courage and more about casting off proscribed expectations for social behavior. And I find there is great leverage in being elder.
As the grandmother said in my favorite scene in Moana, “I’m the village crazy lady. That’s my job.” I find there are so many opportunities for that manifestation.
Wild and crazy. That’s my job.
Beannacht,
Judith
the stag story was deeply meaningful to me…and this post is perfect. All us grandmothers need to go wild and crazy in such a generous and loving way!
Yes. We do! And of course going wild and crazy is always more fun with other Crones!!!