When I was younger, I wondered a bit how the Crone must feel at Beltane. After all, it is the Sabbat (I thought) that belonged to the young. The union between the Goddess and the God finally occurs, and we all join into the celebration of sexuality and fertility and share the passions that mark the beginnings of new life.
What part is left, then, for the Crone? Yes, as a pagan I do see sexuality as something that is holy and intrinsic to all of us, as holy beings. We are the Goddess and the God we seek to become. In my heart, I am Maiden, Mother and Crone — now, then, always. But, in my mirror, I am Crone. I will not be circling the Maypole for fertility; if it is luck I am seeking, I will not obtain it by jumping the Beltane fire. Continue reading “The Crone at Beltane”