At mid-life, women are like perennials in the garden - returning richer and wider, deeper and more strongly rooted, ready to bloom again.
We grow the strength of resilience during dormant periods, composting the joys and tears, triumphs and trials, rejuvenating deep in the soil of spirit.
We’ve moved from girls to young women.
Our first bloom.
We’ve moved through birthing and motherhood.
Tendrils extend out from our push toward more life.
We mature as life squeezes at our core from all directions, perhaps not sure what to cling to for nourishment or where to find strength under scorching heat. But we figure it out and prevail.
Delicate seedlings float away from us on the breeze, landing on their own and we transition again.
Many women have forgotten. Who were they before all the mothering years? Who were they before all the spreading and growth?
Perennials don’t forget. Or do they?
“Am I hydrangea? Peony? Was it a jasmine scent I emitted? And how exactly did I do that? Was I a climbing rose or a wild one on my own? Did I enjoy the breeze on my petals? Was it direct sunlight that I craved or did I flourish in the shade? Was it rain and moisture I required or did I rise taller with drought?”
Perhaps winter gives them the time to recall. By spring they know just how to sprout. Their stalks are stronger. Their color and blossom clearly defined in form and hue.
Perennials don’t mourn the tentative flowers they used to be. They’re so much more than that now.
Mid-life women have gained abundant wisdom as well. They contain a complex network of roots. Experience, power, congruency, influence and freedom are the fruits they bear. That’s what I see. That’s the fragrance and bounty I enjoy.
We’re given the chance to become new again with each season of life. At middle-age we’ve reached our prime. We’ve matured and offer a more seasoned beauty, like perennials that return more prolific each year. It’s in our DNA to give birth now to wisdom and change. To influence and refresh. Our giving and our growth and our bloom have purpose.
We present a way toward light. We inspire. Our mere presence enriches the garden.
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Special guest today is Barbara Albright from "right in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains" in Colorado, blogging at The Empty Nest Mom. Thank you for joining us here today, Barb!