I was speaking to a dear friend of mine recently, a vibrant woman in her sixties. She said that she had buried herself so deeply, she was still digging through the earth to get to her core. Standing there at the graveside of her own truth looking down into the dark pit of earth still smothering her. One day she hopes that shovel will find her, she hopes to pull herself out, pulling herself inside out as she does. I cannot wait for that day, when the black of fear and disapproval and constraint is nothing more than a mound of soil laying at her feet, at our feet. Yet society would say, it is over for her.
I am sick of the invisibility and discounting of women as they age. Maybe I should hop in my coffin now, pull down the lid and lower myself into the ground, let nature take its course there. What is the other option? Staying above ground and have my value as a woman stripped away as my face falls to my feet.
Yes I keep talking about it, but I think I have to. Ladies we are dancing to the beat of someone else's drum, and the soles of our feet are burning....