Origin Story of
It was 2015, I was 52, at the far side of menopause and feeling vibrant and healthy. Until a relative announced: “You’re officially a crone!” Yikes! Alone the word…so hefty. Rhymes with moan, groan, bemoan. Such a little word packing so much weight. I had to respect it even as Grimm fairytale characters and Disney witches with long crooked noses flashed through my mind. I surely wasn’t a crone like that!
Positive, resilient and supportive women have been a part of my life’s journey. My grandmothers both survived two world wars with their hearts intact. My mother and her sister, the yin and yang of femininity, have been big influences upon me as has my mother-in-law who came into my life at 19. I’m lucky to have these latter three still closely with me, alongside elder colleagues and friends.
I looked at the word again and saw it: if I just swapped out the small “c” of crone with a large “K”, I’d have the German word for crown. Die Krone. That’s it! These are the crowning years, the glory years, the Goddess years, the queen years! I immediately organized a party to celebrate my “cronage”, my being in the youth of my old age and every bit the baby crone.
CROWN was inaugurated on May 1, 2016 in NYC. I sent news of the luncheon to crone sisters across the globe inviting them to lunch with a crone of their own in solidarity, or just indulge in a little Goddess-y self-care. I proposed that we continue to connect in-person and virtually on the cross-quarter days of May 1, August 1, November 1 and February 1. We still do that.