Here’s is the blessing-poem for you from the first release of The Dangerous Old Woman manuscript, fireside #2. It is called, “One Day When I Was Old” and was written twice, having some of the same lines fore and aft, as in curanderismo chant.
Peace be with you, good souls.
“One Day When I Was Old”
by CP Estés
I remember one day when I was young,
forty-five years or so old,
I woke up an old woman that morning.
Not quite in body all the way, but close.
And also in mind.
And I thought, “This is good.”
For also, in the face I was changed,
a little bark-chipped and creased,
like a tree long-lived enough
after having been planted so long ago
by some winged bird
accidentally letting fall a semi-sacred seed
into some almost impossible place,
precisely the way most of us came to earth–
unplanned, and yet sticking to the place
where we were dropped,
growing, growing flowers and fruits
set into our DNA–
and this too was good.
I leaned through the window
of my bathroom mirror,
and touched her old, cracked face… Read the rest of this entry »