Becoming the Crone

I am noticing changes. Tiny, subtle shifts at first—irregular cycles, new sensations in my body, a different rhythm to my sleep and energy. My body is speaking a language I am only beginning to learn, and I am listening with curiosity rather than fear.

For years, women have been taught to resist these signals: to fix, to freeze, to cling to youth as if it were a lifeline. Society tells us our worth is skin-deep, timed, quantifiable, and externally validated. But what I am discovering is something entirely different. This is not a loss. This is an initiation. A long, slow, deliberate passage into Cronehood—the sacred, wise, and fierce embodiment of feminine power.

I am learning to honour these early signs of transition, to watch my body with reverence, and to allow grief for what has been. The process is subtle and drawn-out. The body, in its innate wisdom, is not broken. It is realigning, shedding old patterns, and inviting me into a deeper relationship with my own cycles.

Observing Without Shame

In these first stages of noticing, I am often aware of rage, bursts of energy, and overwhelming emotion. I have purged massive waves of frustration and anger, screaming at the top of my lungs, energy moving up and out of me from beyond the soles of my feet. These screams are not chaotic—they are sacred. They come gushing from my very foundation, from the depths of time itself.

Between these purges, I have felt equally intense surges of power, joy, and raw aliveness pouring into me from God.

I move my body intentionally. I lift weights, do pull-ups, deadlifts, squats, and dance madly in the dim light of the wood stove at night—spinning, stomping, letting the music carry me until I am exhausted. Sometimes I lie naked on the bed, breathing into my womb, hips, and sacrum, relaxing fully and letting the energy circulate. Then I writhe and twist and stretch and release primal sounds.

These practices are part of listening to my body, not fighting it. This is not resistance. This is reverence. It is understanding that the feminine body, as it moves toward stillness and a post-ovulatory rhythm, is entering a new stage of power and clarity. Rage, release, and ecstatic movement are the body’s way of saying: I am alive, I am sovereign, I am realigning.

The Archetype of the Crone

The Crone is not a rejection of youth or beauty. She is the culmination of lived experience, the embodiment of wisdom, and the keeper of deep knowledge. While every woman carries all archetypes—the Maiden, the Mother, the Lover, the Sage—the body follows a natural progression. The cycles of fertility and ovulation are giving way to a new rhythm: one of stillness, reflection, and internal potency.

Acceptance is the key. Wisdom is not found in resisting the body’s signals or fighting the passage of time. It comes from observing, honouring, and walking with the body as she teaches new lessons. The Crone knows the power of letting go. She understands that beauty is not a surface commodity but a depth-born radiance that grows with age, insight, and alignment.

Acceptance as Alignment

Resisting the body’s natural shifts often stems from internalized misogyny—a system designed to devalue the feminine and force women into linear, productivity-driven structures built for masculine energy. The more we cling to decaying scraps of youth or attempt to mimic those systems, the more we disconnect from our bodies and the ancient wisdom they carry.

Instead, I am practicing acceptance. This does not mean surrendering vitality or giving up on radiance. On the contrary—I can grow younger, more luminous, and more vibrant by listening to the body, honouring her cues, and allowing the transition to unfold. Strength and sensuality are not lost—they are transformed.

I nurture my womb through conscious attention: pelvic breathing, movement, stretching, and care. I keep her tissues and circulation healthy with warmth, gentle exercise, and mineral-rich nourishment. I honour the stillness that comes with the end of ovulatory cycles as a space for creativity, intuition, and spiritual fertility. The body moves from outward shedding to inward potency, inviting reflection, storytelling, and alchemical transformation.

Grief and Celebration

It is natural to grieve the loss of monthly rhythms, yet grief is not shame. It is the recognition of passage and transition—the sacred letting go of what no longer serves.

At the same time, there is celebration. The Crone does not fade—she deepens. She becomes radiant through depth, perspective, and clarity. Her beauty is born of wisdom, embodied experience, and the alignment of body, mind, and spirit.

By allowing old leaves to fall, by walking with God and spirit, by honouring our flesh and her wisdom, we are reborn anew. The Crone walks in her own power—sensual, sexual, fierce, and grounded. She is a living testament to the glory of lived feminine life.

The Sacred Invitation

This stage is subtle, sacred, and transformative. It is a practice of observing without judgment, releasing without shame, and allowing deep initiation to unfold. The body, in her wisdom, does not falter; she ascends.

I invite all women noticing these early shifts to approach them with reverence. Journal your feelings, move your body, breathe into your womb, and honour the transition as both spiritual and bodily ascension. Allow the rage, the joy, the longing, and the ecstatic movement to flow without condemnation. Celebrate the depth and power that emerges when youth is released and wisdom is born.

The Crone is not a stage to resist—she is a state to embody. She is radiant, sovereign, and aligned. She is alive. She is powerful. And she is here now, in you.