I’ve been spending the last several days photographing and looking at flowers. In all stages. Buds, opening blooms, full-on vibrant blossoms, fading flowers. All different. All beautiful.
Since the advent of the Big M, I’ve suffered some confusion as to whether we goddesses are blossoming anew or beginning to wilt. Certainly, for me, the answer depends on the day. Or the hour. I sometimes feel like I’m the subject of one of those time lapse films where the flower goes from closed to open. Then in a diabolical turn, the film reverses and I go from open to closed. Closed, open. Open, closed. I don’t know if I’m blossoming or going to seed.
But what if it isn’t one or the other? What if it’s both? It seems that the nature of the menopause transition makes us more comfortable living with paradox. It sure makes us more comfortable dealing with change! Each of us may be growing and blooming into a new form, a new "me". At the same time we have seeds of wisdom that we disseminate to ourselves and one another. Like the rosebushes in the garden, we are budding, bursting forth into the sunlight, flashing our brightest colors and dropping a few petals here and there. All at the same time. All different. All beautiful.
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You are such a poetic essayist, Lynette! I just love the photo of the lush rose (full bloom!), and reflections on the +/-, up/down, mas o menos menopausal experience. Hope you're not going to seed yet!!
I get to have Theresa all to myself this weekend, a rare treat!
Enjoy France.
love,
A.
We are the perfect example of an enduring flower in our menopausal time. The early bud has gone but the flower has produced seeds for a new generation to come. We , goddesses have made our mark in life.Be proud and enjoy this autumn of our life. Rejoice, sistahs! Bon voyage mon enfante, Lynette.
Just got my summer "crew cut" , cut off all my hair to a very short, camping hair cut, the test is when I wake up and run my fingers thur my hair does it look okay? So, I have been looking more in the mirror lately then I usually do. Some days I am a 60 year old gal, with very short, dyed black hair and other days I am a vibrant older chick of an undetermined age with a cute short hair cut, thank goodness, I care but I don't care……….(if I am not making sense, don't worry, I am menopausal and will make perfect sense later) aloha Rae
This was very timely for me. I spent last evening meeting several new friends in our new second home neighborhood. I feel as if I was a new blossom, opening to embrace a new day, although I did wilt a bit when the power went out for over an hour and the air conditioning did not work! Were those sun flashes I felt?
Went to France … left my comb and brush at home … someone who is just blooming could not even think of such a thing…We have arrived … Thank goodness…