Dearest Women in the transitory throws of peri/menopause,
Again - some pearls of wisdom from a fellow swan surrendred to the current that takes us.
Finally, after battling, withdrawing and crying, I think, I hope, and I certainly pray - that I have accepted how this phase is a journey from the 'experience' of love - to the wisdom of love.
Our bodies are relaxing, drawing us down and into the flesh. An inner world of immense contentment, abundance and beingness, if only we stop fighting the process.
We are not so occupied by getting a man, keeping a man, being desireable and playing the game. We have side-stepped the programme, the gender conditioning that keeps us up in our heads - fretting over love and romance. I have so been that person... ask any friend of mine.
I am not that person anymore. I have dropped down into my changing body - and I have found incredible generosity.
All the experiences we have ever gleaned from love, are now to be gathered, ripened and matured. All the sexual, heartfelt intimacies are kindled (not in a melancholic way, more of a 'glint in the eye' way) and added to the fire of alchemy.
For now, we are to release those memories, those longings and experiences to illuminate all of our cells. And, if we get really, really quiet, we will realise that indeed the whole body is unanimously throbbing with light.
For our monthly cycle is now internal. Our blood has become - Light!
This is the purpose of menopause - bringing home the harvest!
We become the living example of a young wine, that has reached its mid-age, and is now utterly delicious!
We are outrageously generous with love. Madly in love with one another. Proper love. The kind that 'births new ideas, news states of being, new worlds'... yeah, that kind of love.
BUT - we will not gain access to this - if we fight the process.
Instead, many, if not all of us (I was) will get horrendously caught up our modern, competitive angst about losing our looks, putting on extra pounds, not being desired, competing and comparing with other women and 'it's all downhill from here'.....
That dearest woman is a bitter and ghastly wine, the wine given to us at a cheap banquet. Toss that wine aside, for there is more! Enter the process, open your arms and lay back, fully trusting that you will float upon the tide of change. Cup your wine goblet in both hands and drink the lifeblood we no longer bleed (poetically speaking, not literal) to gain access into the illumination that is waiting for us to take our throne. The light of experience, the light of our virtues, our moral compass, our laughter and wildness - is beckoning us home. Toss over your shoulder the worries of getting older, and what you look like, and how you feel.
We must get out of our head.
These fears of getting old, 'spoil' the wine my beloved one.
Cast aside the concerns of the youth, sink gracefully into your cells, see for yourself the quiet hum of New Life.
Gather with others like us, have this conversation, dare to share ALL of it.
Some days I say to myself ' there is too much energy inside of me'... 'too much life...'
'Nonsense,' says the flesh 'now be still, and love'...