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Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Kore!



The older that I get (and I am getting deliciously old), in some odd manner, the more that I look forward to Ostara. When I was v young, I was quite desperate to be thought older, experienced, sophisticated, wise. And the holidays that moved me were High Summer, and Lughnasadah, and Samhein. But now that I've lived a long time and figured out, well, a few things, I find myself quite predisposed to love maidens and to look forward to Ostara, when we all celebrate the energy of the Maiden, the Kore, the v young woman who is just OUT There.

The last few days, I've gone outside to just sit in the afternoon sun and soak in the energy that is fizzing up from the Earth, through the trees, from all the perennials, via the shrubs, from the thatched lawn. I sit on my rock near my magnolias and I drink in the Sun and I bathe in the energy of everything that is growing, beginning, emerging. I can feel the power of AIR just overwhelming everything. Now that I'm old, I've learned how to recognize this energy, absorb it, be nourished by it. I didn't always know that.

The other day, at work, a young woman whom I know only to nod to on the elevator showed up at my door, distraught, near tears, "I know I really don't know you, please don't be mad; I just need to talk; I'll leave if you want, I'm sorry, etc." We work in the heart of the Patriarchy; not all of the women who've "made it" here are predisposed to be helpful to each other. Goddess knows, what I've gotten has been a mixture of censure and support. I sat there, staring at her in her immaculate, size -two-suit, and realized how easy it would be for me to send her away, make her feel even more awkward, give her the feeling that, by seeking honest help from an older woman she'd done the one unforgivable thing in our Bramble Bush of a profession.

And, then, because I am a mother-in-law, aunt, and, I hope, friend to young women, I got up, shut my door, pushed over my box of kleenex, fished out my flask of the water of life, and went over to hug this lovely young person whom I hardly know. I hope that, whatever else life requires of me, and she has, I'm willing to note, required more than a bit, I'm capable of remembering what it was like to be standing, terrified, upon the brink, and, yet, capable of hoping that the next cycle is a bit easier than the one that I got to dance.

When I was young, I got zero support or love from older women for being young. The few moments of support that I got were for what I could become when I was older, for the ways in which I could become, as they were, older, sedate, controlled. I can feel the Goddess calling me to go beyond that. To support younger women who are capable of moving forward without holding back.

May I be equal to the task. Blessed Ostara to you.

7 comments:

donna said...

Bless you. I've had way too many women cut me off to be trusting of very many of them -- you're one of the good ones!

As a woman in engineering, I sure know what it's like to work in a patriarchy.

Cari said...

I love you for this. May we all help our "daughters" and how wise she was to come to you!

Aquila ka Hecate said...

How beautiful.
Love,
Terri in Joburg

CrowsFoxes said...

She is a blessed young woman, to have chosen you. The Goddess guide her and keep her. And bless you, Hecate -- you used your heart.

Anonymous said...

Yes I've gotten the Call to Guide young women several times.

K.

Anonymous said...

bless you. When I was younger I rarely had the courage to ask for help. You are both very fortunate. Thanks for telling.

Teacats said...

Well Done. Very well done indeed!

Wisdom Joined and Tempered By Compassion.
A Potent Mix!

"Crone and sage"
"Crone and Sage"
"Wisdom is the Gift of Age"

We All Come from the Goddess ....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WoVNveJFTig&feature=related

Jan at Rosemary Cottage (still hoping for wisdom -- got the age!)