LSW March Issue

LSW March Issue

When Crone is Greeted by Winter 

Crone is last stage of the moon cycle. Spring, summer, autumn, winter are the Earth cycle seasons. Autumn and winter must correspond to the Crone stage. I understand autumn and see the beauty in it, but I’m unclear on winter. Winter is a metaphor for death. Or is it the very last stage of life? What is the symbolic and energetic meaning of the winter years? What is the beauty of it?  I came to realize autumn is about reaping life’s harvest, and also letting go. Does that continue into winter? When does the season of winter begin for us humans? My father, nearly 81, recently had a stroke and is in decline. Depressed and wishing to die, he lost his zeal for life. Once the desire to live dies, does that mark our winter season?

 

 

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LWS October Issue "Seventeen"

LWS October Issue "Seventeen"

“I’m finishing early, in December, at the end of the semester. Can you get me a job at your restaurant? …You can? …Yes, I’ll book my ticket, I can’t stand it here anymore.” At seventeen she had completed all her high school requirements; graduating early, she took off to have a ski adventure. Caroline was getting on a plane for the first time in her life and flying to Salt Lake City.

Navigating the airports and suddenly feeling alone, she made her way knowing there was no one but her who could help if she had trouble. Successfully making her way to the mountain, where she would have a contact waiting for her, was a challenge. She got off the bus and had to put on skis just to go from the road to the ski resort; she didn’t know how to ski. It was only about fifty yards, but it seemed to take forever. Excited and determined, she made her way falling and getting back up...

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LWS - August Issue "I am So Big"

LWS - August Issue "I am So Big"

Yes, I am, I know I am. I AM BIG, I know I can do anything! I am a girl!

Mom would bounce me on her knees and stretch my arms wide saying, “I am soooo big!” I would giggle and wiggle as she cuddled and snuggled me. Dresses, patent leather shoes, curls and bows were my costume whenever mom wanted to dress me up, and I loved it.

I loved my clothes for digging in the dirt too, and riding the big wheel, climbing trees, and chasing my cocker-spaniel, Lulu, and my boyfriend, Joey, around the yard. Then my little brother and sister came, and I was the big girl because I was their big sister. I loved them. They were my charge, so I was in charge. I felt I could do anything, and do it perfectly well.

I think I was about seven when this girl, Wanda, was at the house doing some gardening. I followed her around because she was pretty and a teenager. I overheard her talking to Mom, saying some crazy stuff about how she was not chosen for something because she was a girl. I thought, “What are you talking about?

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