Diva Musing-Thank You

Waxing poetic again as nature brings forth the signs of spring….
Thank You
If you find yourself half naked
and barefoot in the frosty grass, hearing,
again, the earth’s great, sonorous moan that says
you are the air of the now and gone, that says
all you love will turn to dust,
and will meet you there, do not
raise your first. Do not raise
your small voice against it. And do not
take cover. Instead, curl your toes
into the grass, watch the cloud
ascending from your lips. Walk
through the garden’s dormant splendor.
Say only, thank you.
Thank you.
Namaste,
The Queen Cronista
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About CroneUno

We are delicious, juicy old crones who have earned their stripes. We are friends over time and space who decided to give back all the delicious information that at the Universe has given us. Some the wisdom of the ages and some from our stupid foibles. The purpose of our site is to share time wizened stories, recipes (some healthy; some not so much), holistic care and supplements from nature's storehouse, and humor...always humor. We want you to laugh with us, share with us, and enjoy the journey with us, whatever it may bring. Namaste
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