The beauty of a woman and aging

The beauty of a woman seems to change as you age. At least that’s what I am experiencing. I have notice that at 49 that so many women are looking for alternatives to defining beauty and aging. I always thought that beauty is natural and that it comes from within.  Perhaps there is more to the story….

As of late  –  I have become accustomed to having more lady friends. I am recognizing that this can also relate to beauty  of being a woman and aging. Learning to truly appreciate the other woman for who she is.  I can now at 49 appreciate that in it’s full sense.

I certainly wasn’t one to have so many woman friends in my younger years – as they annoyed me to the point with their constant bickering, slighting comments of one another and not accepting of me being me. I cared not for that type of companionship.

I cared for the easy go lucky conversations without all the drama. I am not one to deal with all the drama. The She said details of daily life wasn’t and will never be my cup of tea, and I am a tea drinker.  I took to asking out-right these questions of the day only to find myself without female companionship. I was okay with that for well into my forties. It’s not that I didn’t love women.  I didn’t love some of the baggage that came with being one. There is equal baggage with being a man I am sure – I suspect I can just ask that question and have them answer. But not without all the testosterone to go along with it. The EgO identifier…. I call it.

I of course was a Tom boy!  Dresses were absolutely YUCK until my early forties, except for having to where them on occasion (my military days, and special occasions) that require my sure distinction of being a lady.

So What changed?




Anybody home

As I have traveled to different places I am often reminded of things that remind me of home. The heart reminds me of home because it says open for those in need. What does it mean to leave your heart open?

There a saying that I have often heard…. Home is where the heart is… I ask again…. Is there anybody home?

Of course no one recently outside my realm has answered. Why? Could it be that they are too busy living in their ihome.

You know that home… Where you place your iPhone,mp3 player or some other device, which you’re connected to but nobody is home.

Leaving my heart open means I get experience my community in a whole new way. Recently I was invited to the 5th Annual Women Rising Conference in New Haven.

Attending that conference as a performer and speaker allowed me to leave my heart open for something new. New people, new moments, and new friends were made that day. I was home and ready to embrace my community and life from a new place and new perspective. When the question was asked again…. Is there anybody home? One hundred and fifty women said yes. Where home and were ready for business.

It’s nice to be home and know that the heart was waiting for you all along. Waiting for you to connect, to live and to accept what were not able to change. Sometimes being home means being with like minded souls who want make a difference.