Aries Season and the Wisdom of the Crone
- Megan Bailey
- Mar 30
- 4 min read
I woke up to the sound of the gentle tap of raindrops on my window. The sun just coming up. As I come back to conciousness, the rain is sprinkling on the roof, too. Yup, I'm still stuffed up. Those allergy pills will start working any day now. More snow white calla lillies have opened up in the backyard. The lush green of every plant almost neon in contrast to the dim backdrop of a rainy morning. My coffee was warm and delicous with the breakfast of tamales handmade with friends yesterday. The eclipse was truly a magical day, that I think will ripple and reverberate, and if it's any indication of the synchronicites and serendipity that's to come, it doesn't even feel like a new chapter, it's a new book entirely.
San Francisco is my happy place. No matter her ups and downs, her bang or her bust, she is one of the most magnificent, beautiful, loving, artistic, delicious places on planet Earth. Breathing in the ocean air, the beautiful victorian houses and buildings, the Spanish style, the Gothics, the landscaping, the trees... the PEOPLE. Any place can be beautiful, but it takes a population invested in the city, invested in each other, to make a place as special as San Francisco. There's something about being in San Francisco that makes me feel more human and real and myself than I've felt anywhere else.
I left San Francisco in the spring of 2016. I was burnt out from the work live I had created (traveling to Silicon Valley weekly and maintaining a clientele both there and in the city). Tech was at the top of the takeover. People were pasting laminated signs on the ground to look up at crosswalks so people wouldn't get hit by cars. There was tension in the Mission, between the labor class and the e-mail class. My brother and his wife were having twins back in Ohio and I just needed a break.
I was supposed to be away for 6 months. That was 9 years ago. I've been waiting to be back here ever since.
I took all the art off my walls in Seattle 6 months ago. Way before my lease ended. I knew I wasn't going to renew my lease in that apartment, and I wasn't sure at all where I would be, but I was open to anything. When I lived in SF I also lived for the weekends spent in nature surrounding the Bay Area. Camping and day trips to the Russian River up north were my fave. And now I'm here. In Sonoma County. Having the best of both worlds.
Spring and Aries season are the start of the Astrological New Year. This really feels like the start of a new cycle. Although the world and the powers that be are psychopathic as ever, it feels things have also cracked open in a way. What's left to do is be in community, to commune with nature, go outside, create something, cook something, write something beautiful, spend time with loved ones, make some art. Go on a long drive. Play in a puddle. Everything is blooming!
The energy of Spring and Aries season is that of the curious and determined child, of fertility, coming out of dormancy, celebrations with friends after the hermetic season of winter. Flowers in bloom, bees working hard in the gardens and orchards. It's the replenishing rinse of a rainy day, and the next bright and sunny to enjoy a long walk.
I have also seen many people leaving Earth unexpectedly, so much so that it doesn't seem right not to address it, as I know many people left here without them are hurting. I hope that this spring can give some hope, some togetherness. We don't know why anyone's time as come, or why they are needed on the other side, but we can also become more connected than ever to those when they pass. If anyone is reading this and going through the loss of a loved one, it's important in mourning to remember how your loved one would want you to go on living. This is a time to come together, to love those we have fiercely, and to trust that the sun will shine again. Praying or speaking to a beloved who's no longer in physical form can be especially healing and powerful right now. Speak with the intention of listening for a response.
I am excited to see the message the cards will have in store for today's meditation on spring.
I chose the Wild Unknown Archetypes deck by Kim Krans
The Crone is oldest, wisest, most mystical and perhaps the most misunderstood of archetypal feminie energies. She has been the maiden and the mother, and now sees the world from a bird's eye view. Like the wisdom of the crow, she sees all and does not bother with the confusion of duality. Of good and bad, of light and dark.
The crone energy accepts everything in, devouring beauty and suffering the the same mouth, using their energy to reveal hidden secrets and knowledge.
-a quote from the guidebook
The Crone does not have time for pettiness or issues of little substance or importance. She seeks a deeper path, she chooses what makes her feel. The Crone observes and respects the reality of cycles on Earth and in realms non-physical. She honors life, birth, death, sex, conflict, success, and failure, accepting all and integrating information. She is wise, because she has felt pain, and she knows that the point of pain is wisdom.
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