What's Wrong With Menopause?

“Blue Flower” by Georgia O’keeffe

Please allow me to invite you into a conversation that honors one of the most powerful, initiatory, and exquisitely transformational rites of passage that every woman is destined to walk through: Menopause. This is not like an information booklet written in sterile science or boxed within the confines of a medical discourse. It does not attempt to diagnose, define, or dissect a woman into parts and symptoms. No, this is a reclamation. A reweaving of the threads that have long been torn from the sacred embroidery of womanhood. I am not speaking of hormones and charts or suffering and loss, but of that which has been entirely obliterated and forgotten when it comes to women: sovereignty, ceremony, sisterhood, and the cyclical intelligence of spiritual healing and planetary evolution.

This is a deep, cellular call to women everywhere, to remember who we are beyond productivity, beyond fertility and beyond the roles we’ve been taught to play.

Long before we are born, we form a sacred covenant with source energy, a primary promise and purpose; to create life, to protect life and to nurture and sustain life. My womb is not merely an organ; she is a cosmic doorway. My body is a vessel for miracles. My very essence is a testament to surrender and unconditional love. I came here to remember this. To be the storyteller. The minstrel. The wisdom keeper. My rites of passage, from menarche to motherhood to menopause and beyond, are not medical emergencies to be managed, but holy thresholds that reshape my beingness and my planet’s becoming. Menopause, in her quiet arrival, does not signal the end. She signals the opening of a primary doorway that leads to my greatest work of art. A sacred passageway to the archetype of the Grand-Mother; the living library of earth-born knowledge and spiritual wisdom.

This is a summons. For every woman whose body knows the sacred rhythm of change, the time has come for you to reimagine your story of menopause. Take menopause away from that which is hushed and diminished and bring her back to that which is hallowed, powerful and distinctly ours. Only I can author a new mythology for my body, only I can restore the sacred experience of my wild and holy rites of passage. Together, during this epic time of divine feminine restoration, we are invited to redefine and embody menopause. Not as an ending but as the beginning of a deeper knowing. We continue to betray ourselves by participating in narratives that perpetuate our demise. Not anymore. Reclaiming the true stories of women and menopause requires a different kind of participation, one that is intentional. I will share the raw truth of my epic journey, tell my children the stories of my most heroic quests, embody the wisdom and blessed memory of my lineage, all while gathering and uniting my sisterhood. It is in this extraordinary time of the feminine, that my participation in this reckoning is a mandatory requirement for me to remember who I am so that I can embody her.

This is a book of medicines, memory and mystery, crafting a new landscape that honors menopause as holy, sovereign and alive. This is also a book of choice. It challenges us to see menopause as she truly is, or to be entirely lost to her. To perceive her as an initiation into mental, emotional, physical and spiritual wholeness or to slowly and painfully fade away. Like all worthy choices, she offers us mirrors and flames: reflections of stagnancy and opportunities to transform, soften and rise. Lastly, this is a book of opportunities. When we stand at the centre of our own lives, as authors, alchemists and artists, we are inspired to create. A Great Sisterhood will naturally arise to support and uplift us, threading our epic quests of becoming, into a living memoir of light. Within our collective circle of remembrance, no woman will ever again face the crossing of a rite of passage in silence, isolation or fear. We will cross instead, as keepers of each other’s light.