Our habitual ways of relating to others, our self-identity as sexual women... are all up for a profound shift as woman enters the cocoon of the menopause.
Feeding my insatiable desire for the unexplainable and accepting the mystery with grace is my 'why'. To recognize the glory in the mystery is my 'how'.
We recognize that the children in cages are our children. The desperate, terrified mothers, the humiliated fathers, are our family. And we are outraged.
My lungs are a little bigger now. I can run for four miles, I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute... I breathe in the love, exhale the crap.
Opening my heart meant welcoming my ex-husband and his partner completely into family celebrations that I had previously shared with my children on my own.
This is about what I was willing to do to fix what I knew had torn my beautiful family apart. Like I said, if a person wants something bad enough, they will figure out a way to get it, even if it means stealing a car left running in the middle of the street and blindly head north.