For women, this third season (there are four) is the time when our blood stops. For me, this was effing BIG! It happened slowly after a ten year “period”. I had been carefully noticing, adjusting health (No longer able to eat bread and having autoimmune issues!), and trying to find someone to talk about it. Still, when my doctor after reviewing blood tests, delivered the news that I, age 49, was officially “post-menopausal”, I was flattened. Thank god, my beloved was there to hold me as I mopped up the tears and surrendered the last remaining attachment I had to my summer season.
Officially over the threshold, I felt immense grief as I mourned the loss of my summer years. I had been bracing myself, yet, when that moment was known, I still felt mystified about how to feel as an autumnal. I hadn’t heard anything good about it ever, because we are a culture that worships youthful beauty. Yet, I knew the future would be good! I simply had little reference and understanding how and why.
Photo by Katy Rowe of Artist Group PhotographyRead More