Remember The Red Tent?
That powerful movement spurred women to create feminine spaces for affirming gatherings.
Now, we need a gathering spot for women who are beyond childbearing and childrearing, whether they’ve parented or not. It’s time to claim ourselves as a priority, to ground ourselves in affirming identities, and to learn how to take care of ourselves.
It’s an alien concept for most us until we reach our 50s. And it’s not just bubble baths and scented candles
Boundaries at one of the healthiest moves we can make in this era of our lives.
Every so often I read a book about age, and whoever’s writing it says it’s great to be old. It’s great to be wise, and sage and mellow: it’s great to be at the point where you understand just what matters in life. I can’t stand people who say things like this.
Aging can be daunting. We don’t have to wrap it up in a pretty bow and declare it universally thrilling. It’s creaky joints, it’s donning an invisibility cloak, it’s a ticking clock.
It’s also liberating. “Fuck it! I’m 50,” is a refrain that I’ve heard and adopted. I no longer use other people’s opinions of me as a metric for my decisions. And that’s pretty awesome.
Come together in a circle of women who are facing forward with both a smile and grimace. With open arms and wide eyes. With respect and attention to what we want to create next.