Like: If I’m heart-centered and compassionate, I can’t be boundaried and full-throated. If I’m outspoken, I must not be contemplative. I’m quiet, not very sociable. I love trash tv, so I’m probably not that bright. I’m on the PTA, I can’t take burlesque classes. I’m liberal, so I can’t be racist. I work in corporate, so of course I’m not spiritual. I’m Christian. I mustn’t be pro-choice. I like to cook and keep the house, I can’t be a real feminist. I’m a lover, not a warrior. I’m a scientist, not a mystic. I’m a maiden, not a crone.
NONE of it’s true.
We don’t have to choose among our parts. We don’t have to stay stuck inside roles chosen for us, or those we once chose wholeheartedly but that don’t fit us any longer.
If the Crone is anything, she’s big enough to contain, sustain and glory in all of herself. She’s a both/and lady, a yes/and, thinker.
“Either/Or,” bores her.