Looking back, it seems like thoughts about “crone” filtered into my consciousness unbidden. No specific event warranted my attention. Since I understand the affinity of synchronicity with future pull, I was curious. During a conversation with a friend who talked about her hopes and dreads about becoming the matriarch of her family, I suggested that she substitute the word “crone” because it held more power and less karma and intergenerational bias. I was surprised by my words. Future Pull was once again pulling me forward into a deeper way of knowing.

The following morning I awoke with the words “crone’s bones” on my lips. I checked to see if the words were remnants of a dream and found none. Then I giggled as I realized the words were channeled to me by one of my tribe of guides.

Later I smiled as I looked at my face in the mirror as I brushed my teeth because I often feel truth in my bones. When I was younger, I validated truth by the Goddess bumps that appeared on my arms and legs when I was speaking or listening to truth.

Now that I am enjoying my 7^th decade, my bones are my antennae and grounding.

When I turned fifty-five I participated in a croning ritual with four other women. All I remember is that we were welcomed into a clan of older women and we listened as they told stories of what it meant to be in the world as a crone. Although I enjoyed the ritual, I did not feel different after the ceremony or in the following decades. Until now.

What I know about my crone’s bones is that they have no tolerance for the everyday conversations that occupy many people. Spirituality, creativity, silence, movement and conscious relationships please my crone bones.

Crones, like hermits, prefer silence and enjoy solitude. Traveling between dimensions and swapping magic and wisdom with the ancestors, guides, angels, and teachers both past and future delight my crone bones.

When I am in touch with my crone bones, becoming has little interest to me. I am content to be. Time is my ally—not my adversary.  I know I have all the time in the world to create. Healing accompanies creativity. Sometimes I offend others with my abruptness. Wisdom does not wait. I no longer have a need to compromise or appear to be less than I am in order to fit in. Being intimately connected to my crone bones feels like returning to my soul’s home that resides in my bones.