Archive | Life Changes & Stages RSS feed for this section

Merry Menopause Christmas! De-stress This Holiday Season

snow american river

Menopause and Christmas can combine to produce exponential amounts of stress. In our constant desire for peace, harmony, and joy, Theresa-Venus and I have a few ideas for more ease and less pressure this holiday season.

1.  Give the best Christmas gift ever to your girlfriends:  no gift. Theresa-Venus and I did this last year and liked it so much we are doing it again. Let’s face it. Most of us at this stage of life feel that we already have too much stuff. The pressure to buy the perfect gift, then wrap it and deliver it is more than we need and can precipitate menopause meltdown.

2.  Jettison the Christmas card or letter.  Most of us are deluged by either chatty, newsy (read long) holiday letters or a lovely card containing nothing but a signature. Some cards have only a printed signature, which may have you wondering “What’s the point?” If you wish to send a yearly update to friends and family, wait until February 14. Frankly, most of us will appreciate it so much more and it won’t get lost in the flood of holiday greetings.

3. Do not bake cookies. With our metabolic rate slowing down and the sedentary days of winter just beginning, we don’t need the sweets or the guilt that comes with eating them. Buy those packages of little carrots shaped like tubes for snacks. Mmmmmm yummy. If you must eat cookies, know that someone else will be giving you some anyway. Do not bake any. And definitely NO cookie exchanges!

4.  Do not wrap gifts. Purchase Christmas gift bags or boxes from your favorite big box or warehouse store. Place each gift in a bag and voila, all the gifts will be wrapped. You will have reclaimed several hours and taken nearly all the stress out of gifting.

5.  Decorate sparingly. Try getting a smaller tree and let the grandkids decorate it. No grandkids yet?  Consider no tree unless you feel that it isn’t Christmas without it.

Put less (or no) lights outside. Strategically placed Santa, Reindeer, and Angel cloth dolls can make your home festive with very little work or time expenditure. You can find these at your local craft fair, drugstore or even grocery store.

Unless you are preparing for a shoot for Architectural Digest or House Beautiful, a frenzy of decorating just isn’t worth it.

6.  Have a Christmas potluck. Don’t spend all day cooking as if you were creating a second Thanksgiving. Go for a walk, have a snowball fight,  play with the kids instead. Read a book aloud as a family or sing carols together.

Your friends and family will not miss any of the usual Christmas trappings and if they do? They’ll soon find that they enjoy being in the company of a relaxed, pleasant, unstressed you much more than all gifts, cookies, and decorations in which you can bury yourself.

There’s a saying most of us have heard. “This moment is a gift, that’s why they call it the present.” Sure, it’s a little corny, but it really is true. Happy holidays.

Comments { 9 }

Pausitive Changes

surf lava

My husband once remarked that it was a wonder that more couples don’t get divorced during the  Big M transition. And certainly it’s true that if we who are undergoing this forced journey don’t understand much of what’s occurring, our mates and loved ones are left completely befuddled.

The combination of physical changes and emotional changes can put a strain on the most loving relationship. Loss of libido, depression and apathy, irritation with everything your loved ones say and do, fatigue, hypersensitivity to noise, temperature, and touch are just a few of the manifestations of this hormonal rollercoaster ride.

Christiane Northrup, author of The Wisdom of Menopause, starts her book of 500+ pages with this sentence “It is no secret that relationship crises are a common side effect of menopause.”

Okay, well it may not have been an intentionally kept secret, but I sure never heard anything about this. (Or any other of the myriad manifestations of the hormonal sh*tstorm we call the Big M.) And I’m a registered nurse for pity’s sake.

Dr. Northrup goes on to elucidate that whatever is wrong or dysfunctional in your relationships will be greatly exacerbated by menopause. I think that is true.

However, in all my talks and sharings with menopause goddesses and their loved ones, I’m finding that a huge amount of upheaval can exist in the most functional relationships.
The Venuses spent a significant part of every meeting focusing on our primary relationships. Suddenly sexual desire disappears. We may not have leisure time interests in common with our spouses. The kids are no longer a focus.  How then do we connect with one another?

And now our intimates want to spend more time with us (the men are changing, too, don’t forget.) We are just beginning to explore our creativity and may want to spend more time alone or with girlfriends  How do we reconcile these needs with our desire to be connected with our loved one?

It has been all too easy to assume that every freakout or episode of bitchiness is hormonal – “oh she’s just going through menopause”  rather than a legitimate reaction to circumstances.

Additionally, deeper difficulties may be brewing or problems long ignored have just come to the surface.

However, it is just as deluded to assume that this sea change isn’t hormonal. Especially if the change is fairly dramatic, seemingly without warning.

Theresa and I found that we went from zero to sixty on the irritation meter in seconds during the worst of our transition. Talking with the other Venuses showed us that we were not alone.

It became clear to us that we needed to ascertain when our anger was a legitimate problem, a true trampling of our boundaries versus a hormonal side effect. Let me tell you truthfully, it can really be hard to discern the difference.

Looking backward, I can offer this advice. Proceed with caution and take it slow. We found that irritation might flare up in a circumstance that we could certainly rationalize as being justifiable anger. But we often decided not to act or say anything right away. We mused. We waited. We paused.

If we were still pissed off in a few hours, we reevaluated and decided on a plan of action for confronting and discussing the problem. If our irritation had literally vanished, we knew that hormones might have played a part. And we let it go.  No harm, no foul.  Especially no harm. To us or anyone else.

(A little history sidenote here – none of the Venuses is a shrinking violet, unused to sharing her feelings, including anger. If you have always contained your anger and irritation, this may not be the best plan for you. You may need to let some anger out. After all, some Change is good!)

And some good news.  The worst of the emotional and hormonal upheaval seems to last around two years, give or take a year. So be patient. Get to know your irritation levels; when they require intervention and when they don’t. Warn your loved ones when you feel especially out of control so they won’t take it personally. Best of all, they can support you. They love you.  They want to help.  Let them.

Comments { 3 }

Finding Your Passion…Or Just Passionettes

butterfly blog51 IMG_6182

“I LIKE it but I just don’t know if it’s my PASSION.”  Finding a life’s passion was a theme for some of our early (and recent) discussions at the Venus meetings. Our dissections of this topic have had an urgency to them. After all, we are now officially in the second half of our lives and we don’t want to waste a single second. We spent a lot of time in the first half working and building career and family life.  Now we want to “find our passion.”

I’ve been musing more about this lately.  And it seems to me, we don’t need to find our passion, necessarily.  Passion sounds huge, momentous, important and weighty.  We had questions galore about the passion quest: Where do we look for it? How do we know when we’ve found it? How much of a commitment do we make to it.

A passion should by definition be GRAND.  Or should it?

What if we just had a lot of little passions, small pastimes we enjoyed and delighted in like gardening, biking, and wine-tasting (in Beej’s case) or photography, hula, and golf in mine. More like passionettes. That would sure take the pressure off – finding the ONE special thing that we not only are in LOVE with (read passionate about) but are willing to abandon ourselves to and actually become good at doing or performing. How about we just fall in like (and out if that’s how it works.)

If we were to allow ourselves full access to our delight in our small “likes” rather than that one great LOVE or passion, might we then be able to relax into pure joy and contentment? And in so doing, discover that our real passion is LIFE?

I’m not sure, but I feel so much more comfortable and “full” when I look at my passionettes in this way.  I’ll likely never be a good golfer, but I really like it. I don’t want to golf every day or obsess about my score.  I just want to get outside, breathe fresh air, hit some pretty shots and maybe break 100 now and again.

I love hula – it’s my spiritual practice as well as a dance. And a crossroads has opened before me – do I want to go further and become a teacher? And the answer would likely be yes if it was my ONE PASSION. If I’m honest with myself, I’d have to say it is not. I can go to church and worship without needing to become a minister.

This past week, I’ve been indulging in my photography passionette.  Jack Davis (of the Photoshop WOW books) taught a class here on Moloka`i, Hawai`i with my handsome hubby Dewitt Jones. I’ve been reveling in taking photos with no real goal or endpoint in mind -  just pure pleasure

In fact, now that I’m no longer looking at photography as something “serious” or my passion, I’m experiencing way more fun and freedom. And my favorite camera?  My iPhone – because with all the cool apps, I can shoot, collage, and push the creative envelope to my heart’s content, no holds barred. (Check out my Digital Diva and Digital Diva / Digital Dude iPhone art sites.)

So I’ve given up looking to find my PASSION.  When I have family, good friends, and my small but vibrant passionettes, nothing is missing.  Nothing at all.

Comments { 2 }

Dancing with Menopause and Midlife

P1140482 hula topaz

If life is a dance, Menopause just might be an unwanted dance partner. But we can’t refuse to dance, so we just have to find new steps or laugh when we can’t remember the old ones.

This past week I was attending a Hawai`ian Healing and Hula workshop with Kumu Hula (Hula Master) Kawaikapuokalani Hewett. The workshop was organized by Holistic Honu Wellness Center in Sacramento, California. Yep, hula in Sacramento even though I live in Hawai`i.

Hula is a fantastic discipline for Menopause Goddesses. Firstly, it offers low impact aerobic conditioning. You gain flexibility in your body AND your mind. Learning the songs and chants are a great exercise for training memory – and you have the added benefit of learning it in a new language which stretches the old brainpan even more.

I’ve been dancing hula for about ten years now. I started before the word Menopause ever crossed my mind. While I like to think that my dancing has improved over time, thanks to the Big M, there are occasional glitches I couldn’t have foreseen.

Case in point:  we had just learned a new dance and as is the norm, each row of dancers moved up to the front in turn to practice the full song in front of our Kumu. I was feeling pretty good, I knew the words, steps, and gestures so it was with no anxiety or trepidation that I moved forward with my row of hula sisters and brothers.

Suddenly, as the first strains of the beautiful music began, a volcanic vent opened inside me. Fiery heat spread through my entire body; I began sweating like a pua`a (pig), and my mind went truly blank. It was as if the screen in my mind were wiped clean. I got an image of those gray Magic Slates we had as children where we could write or draw on them with a special “pen” and then pull it up and away from the backing to completely erase all marks. That was my mind. A hot flash had just erased EVERYTHING!

Well, time and hula wait for no one, so the music began. And I limped through the song, praying for snow and for my memory to return.  By the end of the song, the tropical tantrum was easing off and I managed to eke out a finish while my dignity just packed up and left me.

So I did what I always do in these circumstances.  I laughed. Deep in my belly and down to my toes.

And  then I sat at dinner with my hula sisters ( Big hugs to you, Jeane and Janny) and we shared our Menopause stories from blank slates to volcanic hot flashes to memory loss moments.  These fabulous women even wrote a song together a few workshops back about Menopause and memory loss.  Trouble is they can’t remember the words anymore. But hey, they still remember the sentiment.  And we’ll never forget the hilarity.

In hula, it’s much less important that you dance a song with technical perfection than that you dance with your whole heart and soul. The same can be said of life. Including and maybe especially the second half of life. So that’s my goal:  to be fully present to the dance; all the changes and all the new steps, with openness, grace, and a fully developed sense of humor.

Comments { 2 }

Menopause Goddesses Are Seasoned Women

p1060857_simplify

The weather has just turned here in Lake Tahoe and it’s colder than a witches thorax outside today. The lake is frothy whitecaps on rough indigo, the aspens are shaking like crazy, and I know just how they feel.

Autumn IS a bit of a shock after the long summer and one can’t help but think of the coming winter. And here, in the autumn of my life, I often find myself musing about the eventual loss of some of my leaves. and impending mortality.

And that’s not such a bad thing. The Venuses are here this weekend for our annual gathering. In this later season of our life, we find heightened appreciation for all that we are living with and through. Because we know it’s not forever and we don’t want to waste a single moment.

It’s no accident that the predominant design motif of the blogsite is the aspen leaf. I’ve always loved aspen trees, but I especially love them in autumn. While aspen leaves are gorgeous in spring and summer, a translucent green, they seem to truly come into their own in the fall. The succulent green leaves morph into a vibrant, glowing gold, shimmering and beautiful. Sure, they’ve aged. Yet they’ve only become more beautiful albeit a little more fragile.

Like us. We Menopause Goddesses have come into the fullness of our lives. That’s how it feels, even on those days when the winds of change have us hanging on with all our might. Gusts sometimes bring illness or injury, ailing parents, children returning to the nests, downsizing and job changes. Gentler breezes stir our desires and hopes. And when we gather each year, we are quivering just like the aspen trees. With anticipation, with delight, with apprehension too.

Together we support and push, probe and listen, enfold and embrace one another. We KNOW we are going to have to be accountable to one another for the promises we made at our last year’s meeting to grow and become. We might let ourselves down, but we’d NEVER let our sisters down. The synergy we’ve created together continues throughout the year.

And now in this season of bounty, we will be meeting together to partake of the harvest of US. No hybridized, uniform perfect-looking fruit is to be found when we gather. Oh no, we are definitely heirloom with all our lumps, bumps, shapes, and colors. Vibrant, golden, juicy women in the autumn of our lives and loving it (most of the time anyway). Stay tuned – we’ll share what we learn with you, our sister goddesses.

Buy The Big M

Comments { 0 }

Can We Take a Do-Over? What We Wish We’d Done Differently

img_4185

“If I knew then what I know now……” my elders often said when I was growing up. They never finished the sentence that I can remember, but nodded wisely at one another as if the continuation of the thought were telepathically understood. That partial sentence makes a lot more sense to me now and the goddesses have spent a fair amount of time reflecting on this look back.

As it turns out, we don’t have regrets exactly, but there are some situations looking back where we wish we could have a do-over. From our current perspective, we spent far too much time worrying, obsessing, perfecting, pushing, fearing, and procrastinating. We are sure we’d have created a different experience if we’d only known then what we know now.

The Venuses all wished they’d been freer and taken more chances. Looking back, we’d like to have experimented more, traveled more, enjoyed ourselves more.

In no particular order we wish we had danced, written, read, and made art. Playing an instrument, living abroad, learning a language, yoga and laughter also topped our do-over list as did spending time with family. We’d camp, hike, do yoga, and spent more quiet time without having to answer to anyone.

We wish we’d done a long river trip and joined the Peace Corps. Some of us wished we had been more active politically and taken strong stands when we felt so moved.

A universal wish was that we would have taken better care of our own needs. We would have liked to have been more open and kept the wide eyed wonder of youth. Trusting our intuition and judgment were options we wish we’d exercised.

We would have liked to try more time alone when we were younger, to get acquainted with ourselves before the demands of work and family overtook us.

Given what we know now, we would also choose to look at alternative ways of living, take time to develop our spiritual life, and “listen to the whispers.”

Our do-over would definitely include less cleaning, gossiping, and procrastinating. We would wish to be less controlling and critical. We wouldn’t neglect our own needs, we’d blame less and celebrate more, and we wouldn’t worry so much about appearances. We’d happily give up trying to do it all and we’d joyfully jettison the roles of victim and martyr.

Given the choice to go back and relive the past, we’d be bold, adventurous, loving, fearless, and balanced.

Luckily, the second half of life still awaits us – there may be time yet to realize our dreams. Instead of a do-over, we may be ready for a go ahead!

(Material partially adapted from my book “The Big M”. Click on the link below to buy the book – proceeds help support this website – thanks for your support!)

Buy The Big M

Comments { 7 }

What We Wish We’d Known Sooner About Men II

man_on_beach_towel

Men and Women Are Not Equal
I’m not talking about equal rights or equal pay, although those issues are still not completely resolved. The Venuses grew up during and after the women’s movement, fully expecting to work outside the home and to share childrearing and homemaking responsibilities with their mates. Somehow it never worked out the 50-50 way we envisioned it.

While most of us did work or pursue careers, we also did the majority of the shopping, cooking, laundry, and other housework. Generally, the bulk of the childcare seemed to fall to us women. There are likely a multitude of reasons for this phenomenon, such as patterning after our mothers, loose boundaries, and caretaking addictions. However, the biggest reason might be simply our wiring differences. Women notice and think globally – that is we are aware of multiple inputs in the environment. We naturally process all these inputs at once and multitask accordingly.

Men have much greater powers of concentration, focusing on a task at hand while filtering out input unrelated to said task. Which is why the toddler can be putting oatmeal in the VCR right next to a man while he is on the computer, and he won’t notice it. This focus can be and is a gift. It is useful, even desirable in many situations. However, overall house management and simultaneous childcare are not among them.

Genelle is one of our satellite Venuses. She hasn’t been able to attend a meeting yet, but she offers juicy insights on a regular basis. She told us how the global awareness of women came into direct contact with the more focused concentration of men in her own household one evening. She had just finished the dinner dishes and making snacks for movie night at home. Laden with blankets, a bowl of popcorn, and the movie they were to watch, she asked her husband as she moved from kitchen to living room, “Could you put away the butter, grab the cat, and bring the salt?” In all seriousness, he replied, “Well, I can’t do EVERYTHING.” “What?” was her only rejoinder, as she gaped at him in astonishment.

Fortuitously the movie they watched that night was “March of the Penguins”. Genelle claims that it hit her like a bolt from the blue that the male penguin was a perfect analog to the male human. He was able to perform only one task in preparing for his offspring. He could only sit on the egg. The female had several chores, but the male had one all-consuming and important task – sitting on the egg. She turned to her husband excitedly. “I get it, honey. It’s all about the egg.” Her husband looked at her quizzically. “It’s all about the single-pointed attention and focus on the task at hand that makes men so good at what they do. And so pitiful at what women do.”

Genelle summarizes her epiphany about men and their singlemindedness.

“Men are very simple creatures. What you see is what you
get. It’s not their fault, but they can only do one friggin’
thing at a time. They can’t cook while paying bills, nursing
the baby, and answer the phone. They block out everything
but the task they are doing. It’s not a fault, it’s a flaw.”

Don’t get us wrong here. We aren’t proclaiming the superiority of one sex over another. Men aren’t worse or better than women, just different. Men actually can do more than one thing at a time. They are capable of tremendous multitasking when it is related to a single focused goal, such as work or career. The ability to block out excess stimuli makes them less distractable and more on target. Women are not as skilled at filtering and have an expanded awareness of nearly everything in the environment – great for some endeavors and not for others.

Although this may be a bit of an oversimplification, it is nonetheless true that men and women are wired differently. A man’s brain is actually anatomically different than a woman’s. A “bridge” called by the fancy name of corpus callosum connects the right hemisphere of the brain to the left in all humans. In men, that bridge is much smaller than in women. This is believed to be why women are less focused, more global thinkers. The linear left brain is better linked with the more intuitive, emotional right brain in women. Even though I am a nurse, I never understood until recently the full ramifications of this physical difference. It seemed like a quirky bit of medical trivia, rather than a physiological basis for the sexes seeming like different species to one another.

This linkage between brain hemispheres may be related to the greater emotionality of women, as well. For most of us, it was a revelation that men’s emotional lives seemed so much less intense than ours. We thought they just weren’t good at expressing their feelings, but perhaps their feelings were not as paramount in their everyday lives as ours.

Jane-Venus wished she’d known this little detail much sooner. She sees it this way:
“Men are incapable of the same thought processes and
depths of emotions that women have, so we shouldn’t
have expectations of them to be like our girlfriends.”

If we’d only known earlier that men were so very different than we are, it could have saved us so much frustration, hurt, and confusion. If there were one thing we’d like to pass on to our sisters and daughters, it would be this. Men are nothing like us. And no amount of wishful thinking, classes, or therapy will wire them in a similar fashion to us.

We desperately wish we’d known sooner how different men are from women. We wish we’d known our separate gifts, without judgment or anger. But it’s not too late for understanding to grow.

Armed with this knowledge, we might embark on a new voyage of discovery with the men in our lives, based on our differences and how they blend together rather than basing everything on our own inner experience. And our men might be well served to do the same.

(Material partially adapted from my book “The Big M”. Click on the link below to buy the book – proceeds help support this website – thanks for your support!)

Buy The Big M

Comments { 3 }

What We Wish We’d Known Sooner…About Men

img_4295

Sigh. No matter how old we are, it seems that men are a hot topic whenever women gab, talk, or converse. The main reason for our preoccupation with the male animal? They are not like us. At all. They don’t think like we do. They don’t notice their environment or relate the way women do. Their emotional life is less visible (and it seems to us, a lot simpler.) They really are a horse of a different color.

The differences between men and women continue to surprise us, even though we know better. Or at least we ought to by now. So we’re sharing what we’ve learned with you, our goddesses in training, in the hopes that you won’t beat your head against that proverbial wall nearly as long as we all have. We have the bumps and bruises to prove it.

If we’d only known sooner that men are simply wired differently, we might not have suffered so much angst nor worked so hard to change them. Believing men were anything like us was a losing proposition from the get-go. We cannot stress this enough!

Jane-Venus summed it up:

“Men just don’t think like we do. They can be
great friends, lovers, and amusements, but they are not like
us. Even men with strong feminine sides are still MEN and
their brains are just different. You are not going to change
them. They are who they are and eons of evolving haven’t
changed them, so how can we?”

The Venuses believe that if we’d known sooner that men were actually a different species of being, we might have been able to accept them for what they are instead of trying to turn an otter into a zebra. The amount of energy we have expended on this unattainable and unrealistic goal could move mountains. Or solve the energy crisis. Or both.

Some of the differences are striking when we notice them in day-to-day life. We’ll let you in on a few that would have been invaluable to know about sooner. Although it’s never too late to start learning what makes men tick.

Men Are The Weaker Sex
Ask any midlife woman whether men or women are the stronger gender and she will answer unequivocally “Women”. Men are physically stronger, but less resilient in the face of long term adversity, emotional upheaval, and physical illness. Perhaps it is their wiring; perhaps it is due to their identity as the stronger sex, but whatever the reason, men just don’t handle extended life crises all that well. Particularly when there is nothing you can actually DO to fix it.

Women are used to weathering storms in their own bodies. Monthly menses, pregnancy, childbirth, and menopause remind us continually that we are not in control. Men aren’t subject to these reminders so problems that are not immediately amenable to action just turn them inside out and upside down. They are geared for action and as every woman can attest, some of life’s difficulties just have to run their course. You can’t do anything about them.

Alas, when we are in the midst of a storm that we need to ride out, the men in our life become part of the problem. If they aren’t able to DO something about it, then they start freaking out. Unable to simply BE with the crise du jour, they become little dust devils of ineffectual activity. Before we know it, we are taking care of the storm and we are taking care of them, too.

Which leads us to another thing we wished we’d known about men: We aren’t true equals. That’s a big enough topic that we’ll cover it in the next blog entry. For now, just focus on the fact that men are not like us – and they never will be. Ever. No matter what. If you can be okay with this fact; relax into it and be present with it without needing to change it; your relationships with males will be greatly enhanced. And life will be so much happier. We guarantee it.
(Material partially adapted from my book “The Big M”. Click on the link below to buy the book – proceeds help support this website – thanks for your support!)

Buy The Big M

Comments { 7 }

More Menopause Goddess Flashbacks: What We Wish We’d Known Sooner About Friendship

girlfriends_in_the_lake

Here’s another flashback of “learning” we Menopause Goddesses wish to share with our daughters and younger sisters. Looking in that rear view mirror lends a clarity sometimes that brings everything into sharp focus and makes us wonder how we could have missed the obvious back then. I have a sense that the generations following us have some of this down already, but it doesn’t hurt to reiterate it, just in case.

Friends Are More Important Than You Think
Looking back, the Venuses wished they’d known sooner how beautiful, fragile, and important friendship would be in their lives. While a couple of us always had very close female friends, many felt they missed out on the true joys of friendship in the early years.

One of the possible reasons for this youthful missing out had to do with seeing other women as competitors rather than companions on a similar journey. Courtney-Venus described this sense in her own words.

“I didn’t really trust my women friends. I was completely
self sufficient and didn’t need anyone. I had friends and
enjoyed them but was too distrustful to appreciate the
give and take of friendship.”

Claire-Venus voiced her feelings thus:
“Friends were for partying together and keeping each
other company. Friendships were not as important as significant
other relationships, although you could be more
of yourself with friends. Friendships could be sacrificed
to a sexual whim or to a lover who wanted you to himself.”

Too many of us experienced the lack of close friends in our twenties and thirties. We didn’t know what we were missing until much later.

What we wished we’d known much sooner was that friendships, especially with other women, would be the sustenance for our hearts and souls. We wished that we’d known how monochromatic and unfulfilling a life without intimate female friendships could seem. That these connections were so profoundly important to us came as a bigger revelation than the one that men are wired differently than women. It surely made as powerful an impact on who we are.

Looking at friendship now, the Venuses find it hard to fathom how we could have deprived ourselves of this most necessary part of life. We can no longer imagine spending our days without the succor and support of our sisters. We are grateful every day for the presence and love of our girlfriends.

Beej-Venus celebrates friendship in her own words:

“Friendships are what enriches life beyond all else. Without
friendships, very little spiritual and emotional growth
would be possible. Friendships require energy, the kind
of energy that begets energy, and the more that you put
into them, the more expanded life becomes. At this age,
being emotionally honest, supporting one another, and
sharing soul to soul is HUGE. The women in my life are
my greatest blessing!”

Once we let them in, friends become a constant in our life’s journey. We find that we cherish our girlfriends as sisters of the heart. Jane-Venus continues on the unchanging nature of friendship:

“I now know that friends are our most precious possessions.
They have helped to shape who we are and where we are
going. Friendship should evolve and change, however what
made you friends in the beginning is still there at the core.”

Courtney-Venus likens friends to our chosen family:

“Friends are the people you select. Good friends tell you
what you need to hear, not what you want to hear. I am at
an age where I appreciate the great friends I have.
I understand they aren’t perfect and I don’t have to be either.
We can really be ourselves and accept each other.”

Give And Take
True friendship requires investment and caring. We need our friends and must take time to nurture and grow our relationships.

In my twenties, I lost a dear friend because I didn’t nurture the relationship when it was most important. I was going through a painful, protracted divorce and completely lost in my own difficulties. My friend was diagnosed with uterine cancer and called to tell me. I will always regret that I did not travel to her side and lend my support. Even though she had her family and husband, there is simply no substitute for a girlfriend when you are in need. She survived, but the friendship didn’t.

I learned a painful lesson, one which I hope has made me a better friend to my current intimates. A friend has to give back, even when she is in crisis herself. It’s never only about me.”

Carol Ann-Venus expands on this:
“It (friendship) is such a gift. Never take it for granted.
Nourish it. Most important, be the friend you want to
have.”

Friends For A Season
The Venuses have all lost friends along the way. We wish we’d known earlier that this is normal and natural. We may not keep all friends forever. Some relationships may fall away after time, for reasons known and unknown. It seems that there are seasons to certain friendships, and though we may grieve,we now understand that no fault exists when we don’t remain close to a particular friend forever. We keep the memory of what was best in that friendship or take the lessons we learned to enrich our subsequent relationships. What never changes, once we acknowledge its centrality to our lives, is our need for intimate female connection.

Bobbi-Venus underscores this simply:

“My friendships are one of the most important things in my
life and I do my best to nurture them. My friends are those
I trust with my journey, my struggles, my joys, my discoveries,
and wisdom, my failures and pain. Friendships are sacred. Friends
are honest and supportive, nurturing to thesoul, accepting of our love,
and there for us when we need
them most.

Basically, I’d die without my girlfriends!”

That just about says it all.

(Some material adapted from the chronicle of the Venuses’ adventures “The Big M”.) Visit www.thebigmwebsite to purchase or to download Chapter One for free or click the link below.

Buy The Big M

Comments { 0 }

Vaginal Dryness and The Big M: The Painful Truth

land_iguana

When I was a young girl, vaginas were not a topic for polite conversation. Or any kind of conversation, save in the odd sex education class.

Times have changed. And with the advent of Menopause, so have we. The Big M is not polite, and we need to confront one of its more disturbing manifestations head-on. Namely, vaginal dryness.

It isn’t vaginal dryness that we notice right off the bat. It’s the first time we have sex and it HURTS. A normal, healthy sex life is something most of us have taken for granted for many years. Suddenly, physical intimacy becomes pain. Who saw that coming?

Loss of libido occurs and that is distressing enough. Yet, when desire returns and we find that sex is painful, it can be a devastating experience. I’ve received soooooooo many letters about this phenomenon. As one of the single goddesses wrote after a disastrous encounter, “It was one of the most humiliating experiences of my life.”

Because our normal lubrication has “dried up” with the hormonal changes of aging, we may need help. Thankfully, we have options these days.

Our best course of action is to supplement with a good lubricant. Use before intercourse and keep it handy in case you need a little more during. Emerita makes one of my favorites called “Natural Lubricant”, a water-based, non-greasy lubricant. It feels very similar to our own natural lubrication. Hence the name.

Emerita also makes a product called “OH! Warming Lubricant” which can help fuel the “fire down below” in a gentle, sensual way while providing “natural” lubrication. The Venuses like this one a lot. Available at health food stores, major drug store chains and direct from Emerita.com.

Another of my favorites is called “Wet Naturals” which also feels like our own lubricant. Wet Naturals has three varieties. Beautifully Bare is most like natural. Sensual Strawberry is lightly flavored and scented, not sticky. Silky Smooth is a silicone based lubricant that is great for massages and also works underwater. (Hey, whatever floats your boat.....) Available at major US drugstore chains and >Drugstore.com.

Another option is topical estrogen applied vaginally. This is a form of HRT (Hormone Replacement Therapy) and requires a prescription from a physician. Topical estrogen is more effective than either patch or pill for vaginal dryness.

The Mayo Clinic discusses several forms on their website The Mayo Clinic:

1. Vaginal estrogen cream (Estrace, Premarin, others). You insert this cream directly into your vagina with an applicator, usually at bedtime. Your doctor will let you know how much cream to use and how often to insert it, usually a daily regimen for the first few weeks and then two or three times a week thereafter.

2. Vaginal estrogen ring (Estring). A soft, flexible ring is inserted into the upper part of the vagina by you or your doctor. The ring releases a consistent dose of estrogen while in place and needs to be replaced about every three months.

3. Vaginal estrogen tablet (Vagifem). You use a disposable applicator to place a vaginal estrogen tablet in your vagina. Your doctor will let you know how often to insert the tablet, for instance daily for the first two weeks and then twice a week thereafter.

While vaginal dryness may initially freak us out, it doesn’t have to signal the end of our sexual vitality or enjoyment of physical intimacy. As with so many manifestations of the Big M, we learn workarounds and find our way to a new “normal”.

And hey, all you goddesses out there, we’re open to recommendations for other products or remedies. After all, women sharing their wisdom is how we will all survive (and ultimately thrive) on this midlife journey.

Comments { 3 }