Standing at the threshold of what our society labels ‘menopause’ can be a lonely and scary time. Something is changing, we are slowly wrapping ourselves in our cocoons and preparing for the Initiation into Wise Woman, knowing we will emerge as something different, a beautiful butterfly…but sitting inside the soup of the cocoon, in a place of limbo, a void we can feel as if we are going crazy- becoming Broken Basket Woman and terrified we will not be able to weave ourselves back together…. Here is my offering to any other Broken Basket Women out there. xxxx
Broken Basket Woman
and so far, my basket has served me well
it was woven tightly and held all my dreams
As a child it was filled with mermaids and selkies
horses running free, teddies to cuddle, a place to just BE
When I flew the nest it held my hopes and fears
paperwork, bills, love letters and tears
a basket of apples, a basket of love (ever flowing)
After years of giving from my basket of life
my edges are frayed, my base is worn out
I’m falling apart, and I don’t know who I am…
mother, giver, lover, feeder, cleaner, mender
Creatress, Priestess, Warrior, Saint?
I’m Broken Basket Woman, sitting here alone
I need to fix myself, I need to sit, to dream
to weave myself back into being….whole.
Join me in my Broken Basket Woman online teachings, exploring the Threshold of Menopause.
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