Fanning the fire midweek, we are tossing you a spontaneous quote, question, or conundrum related to Monday’s post. We invite you to riff on this prompt or share a story—heartbreaking or hilarious—to spark further conversation about the path of motherhood.

In the heat of motherhood, I imagine that I am being cooked, ripened, wisened, and will harvest this becoming in my old age as a righteous crone. Undoubtedly wisdom is something that deepens with age, and so this is my invitation to you: seek out the wise counsel of an elder; sit at her feet, listen to her stories, and relax in her knowing. If you are in need of some virtual grandmother wisdom, tap into the amazing vision of the International Council of Thirteen Indigenous Grandmothers. And, please do share any and all stories about your encounters with crone wisdom.