Sometimes we have the idea that, as we get older, as we age. But thinking we will lose our feminine essence is a misperception. What really happens is that the years not only add experiences, they also add an aspect that expands towards the depth of being. A force emerges that connects us with the feminine beyond the physical. It connects us with ancestral wisdom, with the wisdom of the earth, of the mothers (even if we are not) and of the women who have woven stories and ose stories have created life.
“It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is most adaptable to change.” (Charles Darwin)
I think there is no better time in life to make the connection with oneself consciously than menopause. Perhaps because it coincides (nothing is a coincidence!) with the stage in which we care less and less about the outside. The outside that others impose on us, the outside that for years has set the standard for making decisions. The outside that perhaps has clipped our wings or made us change the direction of flight.
Talking about menopause is much more than talking about the passage of time, hot flashes, trouble falling asleep, and changes in mood; it is talking about maturity, about fullness, calm and serenity not only in the body, but also in the soul.