Why Menopausal Goddesses? Well, our core group of midlife "sisters" decided that we were certainly becoming ‘something’ with all the changes besieging us at this time of life. Werewoman felt like a possibility; some of the changes so altered our physical, mental, and emotional makeup. In the long run though, that image didn’t appeal to us, so we decided with our tongues stuck to the inner lining of our cheeks that we were becoming a new kind of goddess. Not fertile, not lissome and youthful, certainly not a siren for the male species. We were Menopausal Goddesses.
Since there didn’t appear to be a model for this new goddess, it seemed we’d have to make up our own rendering. As official Scribe for the Goddesses, I was assigned the task of honing in on the description of who we were becoming.
I found the word goddess in the dictionary situated between goblin and godsend, pretty much how I feel about myself these days. There were three definitions to ponder:
1. female deity or god – that certainly didn’t fit.
2. A woman of extraordinary beauty and charm – well maybe…….
3. A greatly admired or adored woman – hmmmmmmm
My desire is to be goddess # 3 – admired and adored, primarily by the one person whose affections I haven’t sought: ME. This may be the one of the biggest changes of menopause and midlife: a switch from a primarily external focus on others to one which begins to create a new and significant relationship – with ourselves. Embarking on this new relationship will likely be equal parts exciting, challenging, and scary. But like the rest of this journey, it probably won’t be dull!
How great an analysis for the so-called has been female species. It was so appropriate and of course desciptive.
In short, I loved it!
From one who has finally clicked off meno"pause" and clicked on meno"'play" in 12 short years, I congratulate you for joining goddess forces to bring cool heads to hot times.
Blessings to you all,
Susan Page, Goddess of an uninterrupted night's sleep