The Triple Goddess: Maiden, Mother & Crone (Part II)

...continued from part 1

I have written an ode in letter form to each of these inner goddesses from another goddess.  Mother has written to Maiden and Crone.  Crone has written to Maiden and Mother.  Maiden has written to Mother and Crone.  Each seeing the light and beauty of each other through their own lens.  For each Goddess has their own strengths which heal the insecurities of the others.

I welcome you to do the same.  Explore the women within and honor their traits that have made you into the vibrant vessel of magic that you are today.  Sit at the fireside and listen to your Crone’s wisdom, be embraced by your Mother’s unconditional love, and spread hope and kindness to the world through your Maiden’s heart. 

To Maiden from Mother:

My sweet child,

Such zest for life - they say that "youth is wasted on the young." But not you - You don't waste a thing! You seize opportunity at every chance and you have your whole life ahead of you to explore yourself and the world around you – before you are asked to carry the weight of it and care for those in it.

Your worries are minimal and burdens are few. 

This is the time to test your palate – to really sink your teeth in and take hold of as many experiences as possible.

Find your passions and feed those that in return feed your Soul

Use this time to determine the quality of the people that come and go into your life?

Are they here for a reason, a season, or a lifetime? 

Establish your value.  This may take some time – but will pay off greatly later on.  Surround yourself with people who uphold your value.  Discard those who aim to make others doubt your worth or even worse - make you doubt your own. 

Learn the subtle art of compromise without compromising your Self. 

And when it comes to Love, never settle for anything less than butterflies. 

With much love,

Mama

To Maiden from Crone

Dearest Maiden,

It seems like only yesterday when I could look down at my hands and they were filled with vibrant energy (they also had less spots!)  Enchantment coursed through my veins – as I know it does through yours.  At times I remember feeling overwhelmed by the vastness of potential and struggled with finding my place to put all of this energy.  But this isn’t about my life – it is about the dawning of your own.

Your tireless spirit and boundless energy spills into your work and social life.  It makes me exhausted even reminiscing about it.  I still am amazed that not only do you stay standing – you stay smiling.  You are a tumultuous force, a wondrous creation.  Hungry for knowledge and experience.  You feel deeply and passionately.  You have not managed to curb your appetite or enthusiasm… you have a fire in your belly but have not found a channel to direct it.

Little Lioness… So bold and fierce you are!  But heed my wisdom: Temper the fire within.  Be mindful of your energy outflow (or else there will be nothing left for yourself!) Be mindful of what energy you receive: recognize what is yours to keep and what has been bestowed upon you from others so they don’t have to bear it themselves. Stay curious. Stay expressive. See the beauty in strangeness. Yield when you are the only one left holding a sword – whether through victory or defeat – and recognize when the battle is done. 

Finally, Kindness never equates to weakness and it never goes out of style

Your wise old Grandmother.

To Mother from Maiden:

Magical Mother,

How I envy your bountiful heart – your ability to create and sustain life.  I feel constant floundering and my feet are not yet grounded nor steady.  The wind pulls me in directions my heart yearns to go – but my feet long for a place to feel rooted.  Your love is effortless, calming, and full of grace.  I feel safe – always – even when I have been foolish or have made mistakes.  You are there – to lift me up and remind me of my gifts.  You carry an air of power when you walk into a room.  It is commanding without being overbearing.  It is warm without being suffocating.  Similar to the aroma of freshly baked cookies that linger in the air. 

I look to you for compassion, for unyielding love, and for tenacity to let Love and Light beat out the Darkness in this world.

You carry so much burden – yet your beauty and vibrance make it all worth it in the end.  What is it they say? The ends are the things that justify the means. 

 I long for the self-confidence, poise, and capability to make magic for things outside of oneself. 

Your ability to trans-mutate things around you and within you is astounding. I long for the day when it is my turn to create and sustain life.  Not even by the traditional meaning (such as childbirth or child-rearing) but taking an idea and transforming it into a reality. Something tangible with purpose.  Or in other words… making this world better than how I found it.  

Lovingly,

Your aspiring daughter

To Mother from Crone:

Dearest heart of my heart,

My sweet girl, all grown up.  You love greatly and without boundary or condition.  Love begets love as it cycles within and pours through you.  Just as you love deeply – you grieve just as deep.  When you are wounded – I am as well.  I carry the wounds of your past and present just as the mothers have before me.  Your most tragic wounds will be buried deep and create a scar on your soul. You say I am free of worries and burdens – but that is not true.  I have learned that these wounds are a natural consequence of time.  These inevitable marks occur when you choose to love someone or something more than yourself. And that will always be our burden to bear.  The difference between you and I – is that I have embraced my scars and gnarls with gusto.  I have no shame and neither should you.  There are those that will make you believe that your scars are imperfections – that somehow they devalue you.  They are blemishes on a once unfettered being. Ahh but these marks are only a glimpse into the real Power within.  The power to heal others with your mighty heart.  The power of creation.  The power of maturation.  As you plant yourself with purpose – you stand tall with arms outstretched to provide for all around you, without condition or demand for reciprocity.

However – that doesn’t mean that you are without need.

You also need Love. 

Find those who marvel at your unique markings that you bear with pride. 

Discard the ones who choose to pick at your scars.

Find those who help you flourish; for your fruit will be sweeter and bloom for much longer when you are cherished completely. 

Trust me,

Your sage Mother

To Crone from Maiden:

Dearest Wise Grandmother,

How did you endure it all?  Year after year? So much history, so many stories of loss and pain.  Yet you hold this tremendous space of solace, peace and comfort.  I feel like there is so much that you know that no one else does.  Truth be told – there were times when I was very young - I was quite frightened of you.  Not because you were wicked or cruel – but because you always knew what I wanted before I said it out loud.  You knew what I was thinking, as if it were in your own mind.  And you always knew when I would be into mischief and keep me out of any serious trouble.  We would whisper “witch” behind closed doors and could feel your presence all around the house.  Always watching.  But now it is all so clear – yes, Witch you are. But not the one from Fairy Tales of old.  You are the Gatekeeper to the other realm.  Wise woman.  Powerful but gentle.  You may need a stick to steady your gait, but your voice has always been strong and clear.  Mother of my mother, you housed me in your womb along with my mother.  As tiny eggs developed within her tiny ovaries – the spark of our lineage grew.  Three generations co-habiting in one body: Yours.  You are Life’s great Mystery and you have all of the answers.  But just like with every wrapped gift – you keep it a secret until it is time to be unveiled.  Your knowing smirk ever-present. 

You are the Dark side of the Moon, beautiful, mysterious, and untamed. 

Lovingly,

Your sweet Maiden.

To Crone from Mother:

My Sage Mother,

Your beauty and grace seem to compound with age.  Worries and burdens have diminished and calming contentment has taken their place. The lines on your face that bothered you once have become marks of your life experiences.  Every milestone of your life has been embedded in your heart and every worrisome tear you have shed in your youth and motherhood has been put to rest.  Fear holds you no more.  Life dwindles within, like a flickering flame, as you embrace the Dusk that is upon you.  Until the last leaf falls from your tree – you still find purpose.  You – the Mother of mothers – still love fully – deeply, and without judgement.  Your hug is like wool.  Soft yet strong; timeless and sturdy.  

Others may try to cast you aside for being a "doddering shrew" or a "feeble old hag." 

All of these terrible words have been created to strip you of your venerated power. 

The magic to bring forth an ending - the closure of Life.  The final arc in the cycle and the stirrings of a Dawn yet to come.  You embody acceptance and reflection of this Life.  And with your gentle embrace, lull us into a deep sleep to be restored and born once again. 

With all of my heart,

Your loving daughter