WATER RUNNING DOWNHILL!

The Zone From Water Running Downhill! By Joan Ellen Gage While a willing tenant In your self-made prison of busyness Dream of ways you can be free To give yourself the gift Of a precious few moments, not distractions Lock out your outer life—meditate Find that it is almost a new experience You may have forgotten the sensation Of pure awareness, and nothing else So used to being the “amazing balancing act” You have found it hard to stop doing and planning And just become still Discover that one can see so much clearer When traveling at The speed of now Eight in Dog Years From Water Running Downhill By Joan Ellen Gage Here I am Stuck In the middle Of me Trying to redefine My position At the precipice of Midlife, i.e. Menopause There! I’ve said it! The “M” word Sounding the death knell Of youthfulness as we know it! Enter the curse of middle age See . . . Skin sag, lines deepen Into the antithesis Of perky! Zombies, recite the litany: “I’m not getting older— I’m getting better” The “golden years” Such rubbish Forget that tired rhetoric! News flash—we are supposed to age! We are not Barbie dolls— We are people! Let’s not fear our natural metamorphosis Let us embrace who we are And who we are becoming, with fortitude We are powerful; we are women!