"A village without elders is like a tree without roots."
- African proverb
I crave the presence of old, wise women. The sage, the elder, the crone. The wise old woman, or man.
Like an open wound craves soothing balm and mending and tenderness, I crave the smell, the words, the energy of the mature feminine archetype. And of actual old, wise women.
Where are they?
We have an ageing population, but - as Michael Meade, host of Living Myth podcast so eloquently states - instead of getting older and wiser, it seems people are just getting older.