My bones are dissolving into the evolved Mother. I call it Mature Matrescence – the binding threshold into my Autumn years. I used to wonder “how will I know when I have arrived?” but now I know that to be initiated is to alchemise that which I’m willing to see and feel….

Perimenopause is the Bermuda Triangle of a Woman’s reproductive system – a captivating, feared and mysterious destination. It’s possible that it became grossly misunderstood because those who did the original mapping were men without wombs, vaginas, breasts and the underpinnings of what it means to be a Woman.

“My body ached for months. I ruminated. And then ruminated more, so much that the jelly of my eyes felt like it might burst out of their sockets. I wanted to control the impacts of what was wildly uncontrollable.”

Without the proper words to describe or share our experiences we feel lost and hopeless. We go searching for something to grasp onto for safety and certainty but all that exists is grossly pathologised.