The Power of Magnificent Older Women

MAGNIFICENT OLDER WOMEN

 

There are many ways of expressing and embodying freedom. One of the big ones for women, is to step outside of the rules that have been laid down for us. The rules state that we must hide our natural beauty as ageing women, that we must pretend to be like our younger sisters. We must dress like them, try to make our skin and bodies look like theirs and hide our wisdom behind the giggling uncertainty that is a natural feature of young girls.

Well, screw that! Hahaha, why would we hide what makes us so gloriously beautiful? It is our wisdom and we have earned it through love, loss, caring and living ALL of our years. Our years have made us. Why would we deny them? And our younger sisters, what of them without strong, authentic older women living freely and wildly expressing, asserting what it is to be woman coming into the ripeness of wisdom? Will we teach them to fear their power? Will we teach them to hide from the years or will we show them what a free woman looks like?

Lots of women my age seem to trail an apology in their wake. They’re sorry that they’re lined, grey, too fat, too thin, too whatever. Shadow women trying to blend in and hide. And I want to pull them out into the light and drape them in beautiful colours and crystals and flowers. I want them to love themselves, for themselves, exactly as they are. Because I love me in this way and I want to share with them how magnificent we are, us older women.

And I want to tell them, don’t be so damned polite and accommodating. Let yourself go, be who you are deep down when no one is watching. Be that and no matter how old you are, the world will fall in love with you.

4 thoughts on “The Power of Magnificent Older Women”

  1. This is one I actually have trouble with. Since I was a child, there were a lot of things I was faced with in the way of racism, and sexism. I grew up in the 60’s and 70’s smack in the middle of mostly all Hispanic neighborhoods, and being the only white skinned “Mexican-American”, and then, to boot, being a redhead, in a mostly black or brown headed world there. I stood out rather easily, and was “different” to them, not like the norm, not like them. So, that, coupled with already being super shy, made it very difficult for me as a child, and while growing up, into my teens. I didn’t fit in the “blond haired groups” nor the “dark haired groups”, I was neither all American, nor all Mexican, and to boot, I was the only “girl” that rode motorcycles. All of which my mom made me proud to be who I was, but the rest of the world didn’t see it that way, and I’m sure that is why I still suffer the stigmas that go along with it, now add in the fact that I am much older, and nothing like I looked in my twenties, and while my heart is fonder, and my brain is wiser, I still don’t fit in. Even in racial groups, I never fit in! I don’t look like any particular race of people, and that is what actually finally led me to my most recent bit of acceptance. (my family by the way, was probably the worst about acceptance, I was a half breed to them, and they segregated me out because I was half Mexican)
    Nonetheless, when I look at my blood line, which stretches across the world, with a dash of German, a bit of Spanish, a sprinkle of Swiss blood, a pinch of English, Scottish, and Irish, as well as a big blob of Aztec, and Mexican, I finally accept that I don’t belong to any race, I am everyone. I am the hippie, the gypsy, the indian, and the mix of diversity that makes up the human race, I probably even have a bit of ET in there… who knows. Age too, I see the same way now, it takes me longer to unfold and get out of bed, but I wouldn’t trade the wisdom for anything in the world. It took me this long to realize so many amazing things about us humans, I suppose I can say that I feel a little richer that way. Thank you once again Sue, you can always inspire and draw out the secrets of our individual worlds… it is so needed, as many of us haven’t spoken for years. or Ever.

  2. Vee, I love it when you say ‘I am everyone. I am the hippie, the gypsy…’ because to me, that is the future for us all. When we can recognise and accept that we are all everyone, even ETs, that’s when we really start to evolve into the beings of love this world so desperately needs. It’s almost like you embody this as a living metaphor.

    It is strange how so many of us awakened/awakening people didn’t fit it when we were growing up. I didn’t fit in either, not because of how I looked, but because of how I am. I was never like the other kids and even though I tried hard to fake it, it didn’t fool them.

    I started off life as trusting, happy and loving and then became painfully shy, inward looking and damaged as I was shunned by almost everyone my own age. But, I kind of think that it had to be that way for me to grow into the person I am now. All the pain and sorrow and alienation pushed me to journey inwards and it taught me that gentleness, love, acceptance, compassion, peace and empathy are our lifeblood.

    Thank you Vee, for sharing here. I am so blessed to know you. And, in a way, it’s wonderful that ‘we don’t fit in’ together.

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