The Goddess is complex and has many faces. The ones most talked about are Maiden, Mother and Crone. Personally, I see the Goddess in the turning of the Wheel of the Year and assign three moons to each Goddess aspect on the cycle, making four. Maiden, Mother, Crone and one more. I call this fourth face Bride, sometimes, she is the Sorceress. The energy feels like this:
The first face is the Maiden, the story of divine feminine starts with her.
She is Sleeping Beauty or Snow White.
She’s a Winter’s landscape, like the land beneath snow.
She is waiting to grow into her power.
The acorn waits in the dark earth for the Spring sun to kiss it awake.
The acorn grows into the oak just as the Maiden grows into Bride, Mother and Crone.
Her womb is waiting to bleed.
The Maiden sits in the season of Winter on the Wheel of the Year, for she is first.
And the Celtic New Year begins at Samhain, last day of October.
Winter precedes all other seasons, just as the dark void gave birth to light.
Everything starts in the dark, as the baby is born from the dark womb.
The elemental energy of the Maiden is Air, for hers is the first breath.
She is assigned the moons of November, December and January.
We are now at Imbolc, last day of January.
The season when light returns and the earth wakes from slumber.
Powerful season of Fire and renewal.
The sun has kissed the Maiden and she has woken up.
Everything is stirring in nature, in her season.
The birds and beasts are mating and trees and plants are thrusting out their leaves.
Here sits the Bride, assigned three moons of February, March and April.
She is the May Queen whose potent, fiery blood brings transformation at Beltane.
Just as Spring transforms the land.
She is red and white, purity and blood, for her womb is fertile and not yet pierced.
She is the Enchantress.
The Goddess energy passes on at Beltane.
When the womb of the May Queen is pricked.
Life is growing within her dark womb.
The season of the Great Mother Goddess is here.
Divine Mother rules the moons of May, June and July.
She reigns through Summer, season of abundance and blessings.
She is the cornucopia of plenty.
She births the land as the magical child, the seed of humanity.
She reigns until July’s end, whence comes the festival of Lughnasadh.
Festival of the Child of Light, which is us, dear listener.
For we, and all beings upon the Earth are her children.
The earth is rich with flowers, corn and fruit during the season of the Great Mother.
The element of Earth is her gift to us.
At August’s start, power passes to the Crone.
Wise Woman, she is Elder.
She, who is Keeper of the Wheel of the Year.
Turner of the wheel.
She oversees the process of change.
She sits at the spinning wheel with the silver thread in her fingers.
Her element is Water, for water is a record keeper, as is the Crone.
To her are assigned three moons of August, September and October.
Her womb is not barren, it is the void.
Cave of inconceivable power.
It is the gaping gash of Sheela Na Gig.
She beckons us to enter.
To go inside ourselves and know who we are.
She sits in the season of the ancestors.
At Samhain, the ancestors are honoured.
And the Crone passes her power back to the Maiden.
The wheel begins again, not a circle but a spiral.
For this reason, as a woman in her Crone stage, it is mine to gift my power to the Maiden, imparting wisdom and teaching skills to one who is starting on the same journey I have travelled. Already, the honour and opportunity has befallen me, more than once, in teaching my shamanic craft. I hope that all women in their crone-years, the years we call peri-menopause, menopause and beyond, will gift some of their power to the Maiden, for she is a Bride-, a Mother-, a Crone-in-becoming.
We Crones are the ones who have travelled the full stretch of the road and passed through all four stations. We are in our full power. And if we don’t value that, if we don’t honour ourselves for all we are, who will?