The Crone's Cauldron

about pale raven

Pale Raven ...But the raven, sitting lonely
on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul
in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered;
not a feather then he fluttered;
Till I scarcely more than muttered,
"Other friends have flown before;
On the morrow he will leave me,
as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said,"Nevermore."


Pale Raven is a pagan wildchild, triple Virgo, southern belle creeping toward cronehood. Wife, mother, daughter, sister, aunt, lover, friend. Poet, musician, writer, minister, seer, weaver of webs. Gifted with the great corvus as a power animal, she now finds ravens wherever she goes.

This web site is her gift to her sisters in spirit, to give back a little of the wisdom, knowledge and beauty she has been blessed to receive from those crones who have gone before her and crossed over into summerland.

This site is also a tribute to her grandmothers — two of the brightest, strongest women to ever grace this earth.


Amanda "Pinkie" Housmer Vasser
1891-1984
      
Maxine Swansburg Barnett
1903-1989

Quote at top of page from The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe

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