Agency, influence, manifestation, and fulfilling one’s destiny always includes the articulation and voicing of one’s truth.
Fulfilling your life mission means claiming your language and expression, and shaping language to suit your unique ideas, passions, and purpose. Crone Speak, by amplifying the wisdom of the Crone, the Kuia, the Female Elder, promotes a love language. The Crone, as an emanation of the wisdom of the Great Mother, is only motivated by love. Think of the loving generosity of the Earth, the mother of us all.
The essence of the Crone’s message is love. We write not to stigmatize or divide, but out of love for the world. Naming patriarchal or colonial affronts is for the purpose of detoxification and awakening to what obfuscates love. Underneath it all is love. It may seem that considerable energy and time are invested in differentiating ourselves from an oppressive culture of extraction and objectification, manipulation and usuary. But that is not the primary orientation of feminism or Crone Speak.
Crone Speak aims to deliver a love so thoroughgoing, motivational and unconditional that it generates a viable future. The Crone knows in her flesh the shattering of abuse. We know the sting of violation, the theft of the spirit, and the struggles of reclamation. All the Crone’s suffering becomes purposeful in the Crone’s pleas for the voices of her sisters, for a chorus of potential to manifest. It is our voices, the voices of the Crones and the Kuias, that will pave the way for future generations so that they can inhabit a world free of the lies and distortions that mark this time. The Crone envisions and invests in a world of creativity, innovation, joy, health and generosity, a world that all children deserve. This world is not a fantasy. It is completely within range, but it requires our voices of truth to rally it into being.
This is why we tell our stories and share our dreams. This is why we document our experiences and infuse them with the wisdom of evolved intelligence. This is why we craft our statements, honing them and refining them, shaping our utterances with craft and showering them with beauty so that they are more easily received and thereby uplift consciousness. This is what makes Crone Speak a language of love.
All of us riding this fourth wave of women’s expansive outreach are orienting with love, but sometimes we get lost in the righteous fury and indignation that is aroused by those perpetuating the old story. This happens to me. I get swept away by my own defiance, and sometimes I lose track of my love. So, I wrote a prayer, to help me to remember.
To manifest anything worthwhile requires prayer. Nothing should begin without prayer. Prayer is what calls truth into being. Prayer declares that nothing is done alone. Prayer initiates the collaboration between the seen and the unseen, the human and the more-than-human worlds.
Writers and poets are, by their very nature, always building bridges between the human and the divine; between the earthly and the heavenly forces that sustain and uplift us. I wrote a poem to invoke the love that I want to call into the center of everything I write. Will you write a prayer to anoint your writing, your voice, your Crone Speak?
Share your prayers in the comments for this post so that our community can ring with our collective invocations and help bring into being the world we want to inhabit. Let our prayers build that momentum, and infuse our words with love. Let our prayers be commitments, vows to never lose sight of what is behind everything we write, everything we manifest: Love.
A Prayer for Language
May my language be supple
Like the dancer’s body that I no longer have.
May my language enter the rooms of your heart
Just as the evening enters, cool with stillness,
Ancient and stirring,
Awakening the consciousness that life is too precious to waste on distraction.
May my language arise from the many hands of the
Living Sea rippling with its endless secrets,
Vast as the peace from which I derive.
May my language explore the unvisited places within you
That harbor your resistance,
And stir it, gently, like a certain, decisive
Pre-motoric knowing
That changes the course of a day, or of a life.
May my language be the wings of birds overhead,
Exquisite to see and then forgotten as you find your own
Heartswell that takes you forever far from your self-hatred.
May my language be the redemption for all violence wreaked on the innocent,
For all the damning projection that divides humanity needlessly,
For all the distortions of truth, the thefts of Original Brilliance,
The twisting of life away from purpose.
May my language be the call of the shofar to a
New Era of Regeneration,
The full blooming of vibrant, mesmerizing beauty that is
Still within our grasp,
Still within our grasp.
May we be well and happy. May we walk in peace. May we know ourselves to be held and blessed by all that is.
My only aim is to clear and purify my being so I may feel you more readily
Hear you more clearly and serve you more succinctly
I don't know what else to do with my life apart from offer it to you
May all I think, write, sing, do, utter
Be in some way shape or form, dedicated to the betterment of all, for all
May all my offerings centre around deep reverence for the mystery and majesty
The beloved who is in my heart and who is my heart
I am wide open and ready to receive
I am a conduit for this love, your love, our love, THE love
It passes to me and through me
I allow this motion full reign, it continues unfettered from me to you, you to me
Reciprocal flow, potency increasing
My body is a vehicle for temperance and I offer it for the most high
No matter what, I see, feel and know in the deepest sense possible that all suffering can be overcome - its who we are
It's why we are here
The breath in my lungs, the clear blue sky, laughter, a chubby baby, water, water everywhere, music, dance, chocolate cake and you.
I surrender to the secrets of the heart space
Coming closer and closer
Until we SLAM together and realise we have never been apart.