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Crone Resources

SoulCollage Cards Discussed During The Tele-Class

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Books

The Crone: Woman of Age, Wisdom and Power, by Barbara G. Walker

The Women We Become: Myths, Folktales, and Stories About Growing Older, by Ann G. Thomas

Goddesses in Older Women: Archetypes in Women Over Fifty, by Jean Shinoda Bolen

Crones Don’t Whine: Concentrated Wisdom for Juicy Women, by Jean Shinoda Bolen

The Second Half of Life: Opening the Eight Gates of Wisdom , by Angeles Arrien

The Fountain of Age, by Betty Friedan

What Are Old People For? How Elders Will Save the World, by William H. Thomas

Wisdom of the Crone: A Deck of 54 Wisdom Cards




Movies:

Harold and Maude

Titanic

Princess Mononoke

Something's Gotta Give

Calendar Girls

Evening

Fried Green Tomatoes

Driving Miss Daisy

On Golden Pond




Music

Enter the Light, by Illumine. I love the song Star on this CD (for me it is not much about the words, but the beat—Crones have energy!).

Two albums I like that have a more traditional Crone feel are:

Aramaic Sound Pilgrimage: Holy Wanderings in the Ecstatic, by Jahanara Laura Mangus

Refuge, by Gabrielle Roth & The Mirrors


Poems

Everything lost is found again, in a new form, in a new way;
Everything hurt is healed again, In a new time, in a new day.
Change is, touch is, touch is, change is.
Change us, touch us, touch us, change us.
by Lauren Liebling, Starhawk

This is an excerpt from a longer poem entitled Kore Chant. The Kore is the maiden aspect of the Divine Feminine. The Crone, of course, has that aspect within her. Read the full poem at http://www.ladybridget.com/mp/chants.html


The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you;
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want;
Don't go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch
The door is round and open. Don't go back to sleep.

--- Rumi