The Grandmothers and me

 

I may not be a crone, and I know I am not a maiden, but I have worked with the grandmothers and seen how they are amazing. I have walked along a path that’s been full of ups and downs, the normal sort of happenings that anyone can have. I have seen the good and bad times, some worse than others, and I have survived what others feared would have been my end. I have lost a lot of souls along the path I’ve walked, a little girl here, a teenager there, and even an adult who couldn’t take no more. I visited the grandmothers around a sacred fire, and asked for them to help me while I sat with them a while. They spoke to me in silence, without words from their lips, instead they showed me images of things they thought I’d missed. I saw some children playing alone and carefree, unaware that they were missing and supposed to be with me. I saw other images of myself alone and lost, and yet they were not frightened or aware that they were lost.

I asked my many grandmothers to show me what to do, how to call them back to me so we can be whole. They again did not answer me with words as we’d expect, but instead I heard with images that danced inside my head. I saw not with my eyes, and I heard not with my ears, instead it was my heart and soul that the words were taken in. The grandmothers still work with me, I’m aware of who they are, and I welcome their wisdom to help me learn some more. They teach me what I need to know, and show me what is right, its not based on opinions of what others think is right. I understand that healing takes time, and sometimes hurts, its like any other illness some times healing hurts. Christine, Lk. Ronkonkoma