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THE MAGIC OF MENOPAUSE by Krista Katrovas

I wrote this poem after riding a wave of emotion…

 I did not fully understand why or where the emotions were fully coming from. The human body has muscle memory and sometimes feelings come to life as a result of our letting go of past pains and hurts.

But sometimes these heartfelt times are simply a reflection of the hormonal changes in our bodies.

This poem was written in honor of the great change women all over experience when we enter menopause, if we're lucky enough to live that long. 

The Magic of Menopause

The unexplainable waves of emotion
as if I might cry
while listening to any soft song
or upon reading a soulful poem
astounds me.

No matter how much joy surrounds me
there is a sadness
and I enter it,
feel the fullness of it,
gratitude and love
for my life, my husband,
my new puppy, our home,
cannot hush this rush of weep.

I practice the art of letting go,
ponder the depths
of love and happiness
as my hormones
skirt around
these impending menopausal years.
I feel its rapture flirting with my body,
like edges of a skirt
brushing against my shins
tickling me with itchy fabric.

Sometimes all that I adore
swells my being
like fig bread
rising in an old fashion oven
and it comforts me knowing
women before me
have too have known, and survived,
these catapulting,
acrobatic, sometimes confusing pangs
of feeling
buried deep inside female hearts.

Thoughts of a gypsy wagon
feed my spirit.
I see myself
drawing goddess cards for women,
older, younger, and my age.
We gaze into the crystal ball
and we see, together,
the divine feminine truth.

If we live long enough
we will love, we will hurt,
we will feel doom and gloom,
and we will know
the beautiful feeling of love
that fills each cell,
engulfs our being,
and brings the magic of menopause.
~

Krista Katrovas (E-RYT) has dedicated herself to the practice, study and teaching of yoga since discovering it in 1999 after dancing rigorously as a dance major in college. Krista has had scores of articles on Yoga, Wellness, and Spirituality published in nationally regulated magazines. She has a regular column at Elephant Journal here. She has taught Yoga in Prague every July since 2009 and has been sought to teach in Kuwait, Canada, Virginia, California, Kentucky, and Florida. She calls Kalamazoo, Michigan home, where she teaches Yoga, Meditation, offers Spiritual guidance, and practices Shamanism. She has cats, though also loves dogs, all animals. Her power animal is the Snowy Owl. Visit her yoga website here.


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