“I can’t wait to turn 52!” is something that wouldn’t have come from me during my teenage years. I don’t think any other average teenager would also have included that in their list of wishes and dreams. In fact, it’s quite the opposite.
To be 50 is old. A granny. Grumpy. A grouch. To be a golden girl is something to be dreaded. Ashamed of. Embarrassed about. Ridiculed and shamed for. Denied. Avoided to be talked about or thought of.
That’s how I was raised. That’s how the majority of humanity was raised.
We live in a world that, sadly, values youthfulness as if it’s the end all and be all.
“What’s the secret to looking young?” The most sought after mystery question that we’ve been programmed to find the answer for incessantly. And when we do find it, whatever “it” is — that’s reason for celebration. A major achievement — most especially for us women.
I have learned though, from my own personal experience and those of others that, it isn’t just so much about what food diet one follows or what one’s physical exercise regime is — although they’re surely essential to one’s well-being.
Rather, it’s a way of life. An approach to life. An integrated approach that balances the physical, mental, emotional and spiritual aspects. A rich inner life — one lived from the level of the soul, enriched by the trials and tribulations, adversities and difficulties — all of which are merely blessings in disguise and which are essential to one’s soul evolution. A way of living guided by one’s own inner voice and authority and connection to Source, you know, Aligning With Truth.
“You don’t look your age. What is your secret?”
I get that a lot. I unhesitatingly and proudly divulge my age. (I’ve never kept my age a secret or felt offended being asked. The saying, “Never ask a woman her age because it’s impolite” never applied to me, thankfully.) Then, they’d think I’m only kidding when I tell them my age. And why would I make myself older? What would I get out of it? How would that serve me?
It’s a conversation that I often find myself in. A conversation that certainly brings a smile to my face. A conversation that, admittedly, makes my ego want to party! 🙂
Those who ask usually expect me to then rattle off what food I eat (or don’t), what exercise I do, what beauty product I put on my face. You know, everything that’s focused only on the physical.
Ahhh…To be limited to the physical aspect, to give priority to it, to view the physical as what’s most important — it’s how the world is, sadly.
Yet, I will not deny that I’m pleased with what I see when I look at the mirror — full length or up close. Very pleased! 😉
However, I am equally, if not more pleased that, whatever or whoever greets me back is physical proof that, everything I had been doing (and undoing) over the years, be it at the physical, mental, emotional or spiritual aspect of my life — it’s definitely working!
All the fully packed and excessive mental and emotional baggage that I had been tagging along, together with the heavy backpacks that I had been carrying which I have been releasing and clearing…
All the cleansing and healing, the letting go and surrendering, trusting, believing….
All my pivotal experiences and crucial moments leading to my Chiron Return…
The time I’ve spent doing all these were years well spent and purposefully lived. A period of getting clarity and gaining insights and wisdom. The time leading up to my Cronehood. Wise Womanhood.
In Crones Don’t Whine: Concentrated Wisdom for Juicy Women, author Jean Shinoda Bolen wrote that, in Native American tradition, a woman is officially considered an Elder when she turns 52.
To be 52, and a woman at that, in our current society (aka Old Earth which, thankfully, is shifting and transitioning)…
To be an empowered 52-year-old woman, a full-fledged Crone, an Elder…
To announce it to the world, without any qualms and apprehensions, to the world that favors being “young” and dreads getting “old” and relegates the elderly to the background, to the world that thinks that the “secret” to youthfulness is a combination simply of one’s diet, exercise and “beauty” product, or that looking young is what defines a woman…
To celebrate age and aging and to honor women of age…
To claim my Cronehood and to be truly proud of it…
It is quite a rarity. There aren’t that many members of the minority tribe of Crones and Wise Women.
And I AM a proud member of such a tribe. Officially, this month of May. Woo-hoo! 🙂
Any other fellow proud members?
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