(Suddenly) GRATEFUL CRONE! and here’s why

July 8, 2026

Two photos tell the story in a nutshell. Elisha, whom I call “boss lady” in the garden, sent this photo via our Group Me early this morning, with a note: “Adorable ‘thank you’ notes I found on the farm stand!”

I guess she found the notes early this morning. She always works early morning in the garden, and usually we have summer’s abundance to share with neighbors.

Here’s what’s there now, by the road. Likely be gone by this evening.

Seeing that first photo she sent flipped my crotchety mood instantly.

Suddenly (thanks ,Uranus!) I was returned to my much more customary state, radiating a penumbra of intense gratitude for all that life continues to shower upon me, including this tiny three home village inside a suburban neighborhood in Bloomington, IN.

greenacresvillage.org

 

I post on that site once a week, tracking both weekly Sunday morning Work Parties (I document, but do not join) and twice a month Thursday Community Dinners (which I host, alternating with Elisha, either on the patio or in one of our houses). Both regular occasions are open to one and all, not just those who live here (seven total, currently), and I send out an email notice to a still-growing list the Tuesday beforehand.

This tiny, potent place, and these already long-standing traditions (15 years now, one half of a Saturn cycle!) that have gradually seeded, grew, continue to blossom after I moved to this town, this neighborhood, this street corner, in 2003, to nourish both me and others (natal Jupiter 23° Cancer, being currently crossed by transit Jupiter!) feels wonderfully dynamic, alive: like a tree, my welcoming home base centers me, spine rooted into earth and lifting to the sky, branches waving, welcoming one and all.

And yet, as usual, I see what I have created in in Bloomington over the last 23 years, as an experiment, just as my life is itself an experiment. This one, not just abstract and philosophical (Sun, Ascendant, Mars in Sagittarius), but located in the material world (natal Moon in steady, grounded Taurus), its dynamic pulsing center encouraging both individuals and community in a psychic and sociological blending of both as a polarized pair. Lean too much one way, and the result is competition, anarchy, even chaos. Lean too much the other way, and the result is hive mind, commune, collectivism.

And, for  this extremely energetic double Sagittarian, who gets easily bored without ongoing challenges, of course I’ve enjoyed/endured other experiments. You might say experimentation is my middle name!

Experimentation with ignition and nourishment of all sorts of structures and processes, and these include living in many different kinds of communities inhabited by other contrarians like myself!

Example: “Munchkin House,” back in Twin Falls Idaho, my home town, where I returned to marry my high school boyfriend in my very early 30s, and then divorced, lovingly, two years later. “Munchkin House” was owned by a rich boy friend, gifted to me for my use. I quickly gathered lonely contrarians in that conservative town and started a volunteer local magazine, Open Space, which soon took over both living room and basement. (Sorry. Lousy picture. Took it just now on the fly. You get the gist.!)

OPENSPACE IS A VERB

In any case, I’m aware today that my crotchety attitude of the past two days stemmed mostly from being pissed that my thumbs no longer work the way they used to; that I now have to make sure I hold on to railing with both hands when descending steep basement stairs; that my sleep is even more sporadic the older I get (oops, I mean the older I grow). In short, I’ve had to pay attention! Slow down lest I fall! Damn it!

Rather than going gently into this good night, I instinctively rage at the first discernible traces of the inevitable dying of the light inside me. My fiery spirit wants to just continue on, forever, here on this beautiful planet, doing what I’ve always done, stirring up all sorts of attitudes, blessings, controversies, both inside me and out.

Of course, they say, “growing old is not for sissies.” — Though that phrase really annoys me. . . Of course it does! Probably because I was NOT the one who invented it. Ego still rules, way too much of the time. And ego wants what it wants, now. And when that nut butter jar is just too much for me to open, requiring me to ask someone else to do it — well, I get pissed, rather than empathize with my dear body, and how it has carried me through all sorts of perils and panaceas, for going on 84 years.

Here’s an interview that reviews another one of my ignitions, again a community formed through a magazine, that one to unite and celebrate older women (1989-2001) as individuals.

THE CRONE CHRONICLES EXPERIMENT

Let’s face it, Ann.

YOU are the one who needs to live up to the intense, archetypal value of the Crone stage of a woman’s life that you helped to introduce to this culture when you were only 46 years old.

Getting ahead of myself back then?

And now, looking back at myself?

But still here, still kicking

(though with less force)

— and usually,

intensely grateful

for every single risky adventure

I’ve had the temerity to,

or had been forced to,

undertake.

 

 

 

Crotchety Crone Looks Up . . .

July 7, 2026

. . . and sees, half-way through my 3-4 mile morning walk, at about 8:45, dripping, spreading, criss-crossing chemtrails.

And yes, the sight disturbed me. How could it not, given what I (think I) know? When we began our walk, at about 8:15, the sky was clear blue (though, had I looked carefully, I would have seen spidery remains of still visible very early morning chemtrails.)

I’m used to this, of course. All of us are used to these kinds of chemical assaults in air, water, food, soil, contaminating all of life on this most sacred planet.

And that’s not even to mention processed food, processed perceptions, processed (MK Ultra altered) “opinions.”

Here’s another shot, showing especially the chemtrail haze. I took both these photos after I got back from my walk. Ran outside to get them. Not to worry, the darkness in the top section of this one is my thumb . . .

Okay. So where am I in my crotchety status? How shall I respond, rather than react, this time, to the chemtrails? In my little world, very few people are interested in looking up. As an astrologer, of course, I’ve been “looking up” for decades! Looking up, especially at night to note the earth as centered within the solar system and winking stars beyond, reverberating with the whole of not just nature on earth, but with the mysterious inhabitants of the sky.

As a kid, I remember one afternoon lying down in the grass and gazing into infinity, wondering what’s beyond, is there an end to the sky? When all of a sudden, coursing through heart and soul, an intense gratitude that the sky was blue, when it could have been any other color! No. It was blue! Clear, beautiful BLUE. My favorite color, by far. It’s calming effect helped me let go, if briefly, of my PTSD’ed, war-baby (WWII) self.

What’s the experience of today’s children? How often are skies really, truly BLUE?

And that’s not even to mention our “visitors from above” (or “below,” in tunnels, DUMBS; or “within” various dimensions). We used to call them ETs, and it was just us weirdos who frequented UFO conferences. Looking back, I’d say we attendees were being freshly MK Ultra-ed ourselves, to believe in various contradictory theories, perspectives; this, made possible by our egocentric pride in having opened to the larger universe.

And then of course, there’s the usual question: good or bad???

Are ETs here to help us, join us, or are they here to harm us, harvest us. If the former, there are still plenty of “channels” around that will tell us about the benefits of listening to their “wisdom.” If the latter, well, then, likely all part of the F.E.A.R (False Evidence Appearing Real) porn, designed to freak us out, corral us into the technocratic New World Order while increasing the revenues of the MIC (Military Industrial Complex), as we prepare to fight, fight, fight!

Or of course, we might ask, Is life beyond earth just like life on earth, with both positive and negative ETs? But what’s positive for one being may be negative for another! For example, those ETs who supposedly want to harvest us? Just like we harvest cattle? Think about that. The universe is full of beings eating each other for sustenance!

Or maybe they just want to harvest our “loosh”? (Look it up.)

The relevant vocabulary has increased in especially the last few years: NHI, ultraterrestrials, aliens, space beings, etc. with these beings taking many forms: hybrid humans, plasma beings, reptilians morphing in and out of human form . . . on and on.

Meanwhile, I stand here, in my 84th year, capturing chemtrails as usual. Still wondering who flies those planes, and for whom? I mean, of course I know: the Deep State, a phrase which came into the vernacular in 2016, thanks to Trump, from a 2014 book by Peter Dale Scott called American Deep State.

But what does Deep State talk mean here, specifically.

If you want to get up to speed, watch Dane Wigington’s THE DIMMING, which he released in 2021.