THE BLESSING OF MENOPAUSE
Death and Rebirth; Winter and Spring; Night and day.
Seasons, cycles and changes.
Nature teaches us that everything is constantly in flux, moving, gathering momentum and then subsiding. Only to start the same process all over again in an eternal and unending flow. Modern culture, divorced from this reality, celebrates robotic productivity with a frenzy and knows nothing about the heart of creation.
This way of thinking is so ingrained in the fabric of our society that the collective shadow around death, grief and vulnerability leads us into a box of shame, isolation and alienation unless we can abandon these parts of ourselves and conform to a skewed image of how we should be.
Menopause is winter in the cycle of creation. If it is done with care, the woman emerges reborn from , an elder with wisdom to care, a crone. She’s rejuvenated by the grieving she must go through that signifies coming to terms with the end of her fertility. It’s a beautiful life process awakening the wisdom of the body and yet women are taught to hate their own bodies and resent the inconvenience to their plans.
I want to celebrate when I hear about women taking back their power, owning their bodies and questioning the stories that we are being fed by culture around our moon cycles, giving birth and menopause.
I’m up for changing the conversation we’re having with our bodies in the hot flushes, mood swings, brain fog, sleeplessness, increased libido, anxiety and depression.
Instead of saying things that amount to ‘you’re a nuisance, I hate you’, how about if we could trust in the infinite wisdom of nature who birthed us instead, and are an inseparable expression of. Let's embrace who we’re becoming through this intelligent and powerful process.
