There comes a moment when a woman stops asking for permission.
She stops shrinking. Stops apologizing. Stops making herself smaller so other people feel comfortable.
She has lived enough life to know that her wrinkles are wisdom. Her scars are stories. Her gray hair is not something to hide... it is a crown earned through experience.
A Crone is not an old woman.
She is a woman who remembers who she is.
She trusts her intuition. Speaks her truth. Protects her peace. Nourishes her body. Honors her spirit. And no longer abandons herself to make others happy.
If you're in this season of reclaiming your power, your voice, your health, and your joy...
Welcome home.
✨ The Crone rises not because she has all the answers... She rises because she finally trusts herself enough to ask the right questions.
Drop a 🌙 below if you're a Badass Crone Rising. 🖤🌿✨