Update from the menopause portal…

Beloveds, 

What a time. For us, for me, I am sure for you too.

My life lately has been an experience of swimming in  the ever-deepening waters of peri/menopause…

Riding the hormonal tidal waves.
Crashing on the shore, at times.
Exploring the waves once again.
Surfing.
Getting taken out. 
Floating.
Crashing again.
Crying on the shore.
Finding my sea legs.

Recently, my friend Ginny and I were on a marathon phone call, as we are apt to do on the occasional Tuesday afternoon, and we were wondering together about why we are suddenly SO VERY AWARE of peri/menopause, and yet don’t recall it being such a *thing* for our mothers and grandmothers…

…I am guessing that it’s been figured-out that there’s plenty to sell us at this time

…I am guessing that we’re feeling the compounding impacts of detrimental air, water, and soil quality

…I am guessing that more women are “allowed” to feel out-loud than in recent generations of our foremothers

…I am guessing that witnessing live-streamed genoc!des and the heart-shattering non-accountability of elite pedo rings, while living inside of ecocidal late-stage capitalism is, like, really stressful (and adrenal stress impacts how our hormonal shifts affect us)

…I am guessing that the Kardashification of womanhood is fcking with our heads and making us think that normal teeth and hair and skin and bodies are… hideously wrong.

…And so much more, I’m sure.

But what I know for sure is that *in here*, it’s been a real trip to navigate the waters of living in an anti-aging obsessed overculture that’s hellbent on extreme productivity. 

And an equally wild trip to do one of the most profoundly countercultural things a woman can do: Age Disgracefully. To just say NOPE to the pressure to keep it all together, suck it all in, and play nice.

Instead, I have come undone in more ways than one.

And it’s quite freeing, I must say. I am beginning to taste what the women 10 years ahead have hinted at about the beauty of wisening and ripening.

Everything – and I mean everything – has been held in the shifting gaze of my hormonal landscape, which has only been INTENSIFIIIIIIIIED by the fckery of patriarchal-ecocidal-capitalism. 

My mothering.

My partnership.
My ways of working.
Home, belonging, nourishment, expression.
And where I’m setting my gaze.

So from this place of raw realness, if you’re riding these waves too, you might like to join me here.