Oh, hello dear one,
In the middle of the pandemic, on a birthday Zoom call (I know you feel me!), I shared with a group of my very wise friends that I could feel as though I was in a biiiiig transition time.
Transitioning from one identity to another.
From one set of tools to another.
From one set of priorities to another.
From one worldview to another.
If you’re not familiar with the term, “archetype,” it means a particular kind of energy or essence that we can recognize or even live out.
The Rockstar is an archetype. The Damsel in Distress is an archetype. The Strict Headmaster, The Shaman, The Trickster, all archetypes. You get the idea.
As for me, I’ll always be a mother, but at that birthday time, I could feel The Mother archetype loosening it’s ownership of me and a new archetype wanting to be lived through me. But I didn’t yet feel like a Crone.