Being Me, you mentioned you are about to hit the big 50 soon (I'm not far behind you!). I thought I'd share this poem that I came across, I hope you enjoy it.
A Woman Knows
It is winter and I am fifty Nine women have gathered in a small cabin on the edge of a frozen lake to sing and dance and laugh away this awkward reality We have walked on the ice in the moonlight and laughed our way through dinner. We have soothed fifty with new red lipstick. In this small, warm room I have pulled away from myself and I am watching the women dance. A room full of beauty ~ tangible as blood It breaks your heart wide open when a woman knows how beautiful she is. At fifty, young men's eyes slide over us like water. Fraying hair, lines on our skin the pull of gravity, turn us into background into echoes But it breaks the seals from your eyes when a woman knows how beautiful she is. She dances with the fluid sensuality of long experience and deep memories of love. She moves like the tides, like heartbeat. Fifty, they say, is sliding into old The end of the line the end of youth and passion the end of flirtation and wild physical being the end. But it lifts the barriers from your mind when a woman knows how beautiful she is Her confidence, the sexy movement of her dance The life of her shoulder and the tease in her hips Experience textures her Layers her movements with context and consciousness She dances her life story She fills the room with power When she knows how beautiful she is. Outside, tree branches sketch sharp wrinkles and soft shadows against the snow The year is old but we are only fifty.
