The passing of this personal phase of creativity has not been timed with my biological clock, as in the ending of menstruation: that happened almost twenty years ago. This phase of creativity that is passing has occupied my life for about thirty years or more, and I understand it as a ‘Mother’ phase, the full flowering and carrying forth of my life’s passion/purpose. Its passing is timed more with a recognition of aging, a decline in capacities to carry that particular creativity forth any longer – the body just won’t do it. I am entering more deeply into Crone phase; and thus letting go of much, a lot of my priestess tools and props, and some academic reference books and journals that have served me for these creative decades.

It is time to contemplate transformation, the changing of form – to contemplate and accept change; which is what She is really always about. Any Pagan tradition knows well that She changes everything She touches, and everything She touches, changes.

and

Everything passes, all fades away.

Mystery has a need. She feeds all, and all feed Her.

There is grief in this loss: many mammalians seem to feel it particularly.

I, and indeed we, await the new form which is always on its way. I understand that this “packing up” is resonant with the collective/Zeitgeist – the change for Earth now seems cataclysmic. Like Demeter we await the appearance of the new shape; the Not-Yet seething in the quantum foam. Can/does the grub imagine the butterfly she will become? Can we imagine what will emerge?