As I thought back to my mother’s generation, I was shocked at how “ageist” many people were back then. Or, maybe it was simply the fact that there weren’t many role models for women (and men) who were thriving and doing things differently…

At the age of 61, I find myself peering into my face with a kind of wonder. I know this face and yet it is constantly changing. I trace the lines around my eyes gently and with respect. These eyes have beheld so much beauty and also so much pain…

When I was 40, I began to develop Arthritis. It began slowly, at first in my fingers, however by the time I was in my late 50s, I was really suffering with pain, joint stiffness and swelling in my feet, knees, hands and ankles. I knew that I needed to find a way…

When I was growing up, I was told that women over 40 should keep their hair short and wear sensible clothing that was appropriate for a mature woman. The idea was that it wasn’t “proper” to draw attention to yourself and that you needed to act your age…

I have a deep and insatiable hunger. I used to believe that it was for food. Now I know that it was for life! If, like me, you have struggled with food and feeling “at home” in your body, you may have spent what seems to be a lifetime trying to fill a hunger…

At 60, there’s a blessing in my bones, a glow in my heart and a radiance in my thinking. My body has settled from all of the experiences of the past and wraps herself around me like a beloved friend. And indeed, she is. We have been through so much…

I never really thought of myself as a Goddess! That would have seemed far too high an aspiration for me. A Goddess, who me? Surely not! However, something has changed within me since I entered my 60th year. I don’t quite know what it is, but it is a shift…