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I see “Begin Again” as an ideal theme for this season. We have the supreme opportunity now in the autumn of our midlife to begin again. How shall we reinvent our Selves? What new programs, projects and passions are on the horizon for us? Please send me your stories of change, transition, and transformation. Our shared experiences serve to inspire and empower us all.

Thanks.    xxQueen Mama Donna

 

You Think You Are Not Enough

By Shiloh Sophia www.shilohsophia.com 

You think

You are not enough.

And so that what you do

is never enough.

I think the story

“I am not enough”

is a lie.

And I am wondering

why we,

intelligent lovely brave

souls that we are

would go on

believing a lie?

And so today

is a day for miracles

and the shedding

of old stories

and I am wondering

who is ready to shed

that one?

Or another one?

Ready. Set. Go.

When you are done

with that

you can join me

in inventing a new story.

One where we choose

ourselves right where we

are. Regardless.

And choose to tell the truth

about ourselves to ourselves

and others.

The truth is

we are more wonderful

than we can imagine

and it is nothing short

of a miracle

that we were born.

We have lived long enough

thinking not enough

is a way of being.

It’s not.

A way of being

is to love the fragile

sometimes broken

confused and still

glorious self that

we are. A way

of being is to

re-invent from this moment

a story about who you are

that you love to tell.

Tell yourself the truth

about you.

It is time.

*****

Donna Henes is the author of The Queen of My Self: Stepping into Sovereignty in Midlife. She is the Midlife Midwife™ offering counseling and upbeat, practical and ceremonial guidance for individual women and groups who want to enjoy the fruits of an enriching, influential, purposeful, passionate, and powerful maturity.

Consult the MIDLIFE MIDWIFE™: http://www.donnahenes.net/queen/consult.shtml

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The Queen welcomes questions concerning all issues of interest to women in their mature years. Send your inquiries to thequeenofmyself@aol.com.

 

 

 

I see “Begin Again” as an ideal theme for this season. We have the supreme opportunity now in the autumn of our midlife to begin again. How shall we reinvent our Selves? What new programs, projects and passions are on the horizon for us? Please send me your stories of change, transition, and transformation. Our shared experiences serve to inspire and empower us all.

Thanks.    xxQueen Mama Donna

 

If I Had My Life to Live Over

By Erma Bombeck

Written after she found out she was dying from cancer.

I would have talked less and listened more. I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded. I would have eaten the popcorn in the ‘good’ living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth. I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed. I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage. I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn’t show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains. I would have cried and laughed less while watching television — and more while watching life. When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, “Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.”

There would have been more “I love yous”.. more “I’m sorrys” — but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute: look at it and really see it — live it, and never give it back.

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Donna Henes is the author of The Queen of My Self: Stepping into Sovereignty in Midlife. She is the Midlife Midwife™ offering counseling and upbeat, practical and ceremonial guidance for individual women and groups who want to enjoy the fruits of an enriching, influential, purposeful, passionate, and powerful maturity.

Consult the MIDLIFE MIDWIFE™: http://www.donnahenes.net/queen/consult.shtml

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The Queen welcomes questions concerning all issues of interest to women in their mature years. Send your inquiries to thequeenofmyself@aol.com.

 

 

 

 

 

This is my 325 post. I would like to share this harvest by thanking you who read these words. So I am offering The Queen of My Self T-shirts to the first three people contact me at thequeenofmyself@aol.com and request one.

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I see “Begin Again” as an ideal theme for this season. We have the supreme opportunity now in the autumn of our midlife to begin again. How shall we reinvent our Selves? What new programs, projects and passions are on the horizon for us? Please send me your stories of change, transition, and transformation. Our shared experiences serve to inspire and empower us all.

Thanks.     xxQueen Mama Donna

 

Today is the Autumnal Equinox

The autumn ushers in the dark season. The season of diminished light. From now until the Vernal Equinox, six months hence, the nights are longer than the days. Shade and chill prevail. The year, the season, the sun, are slowing down, growing cold, getting old. The insidious forces of death sweep in and overshadow the vibrant life source.

The air and land, once alive with teeming species, are becoming empty in fall, and mute. Birds leave. Insects nest. Burrowing animals hunker. The trees discard their once-green mantles, shrugging off leaves aglow with the fiery patina of age and sun. Stripped, they emerge skinny and naked, shivering in the wind. The flowering and fruitful plants shrivel and wither and prepare to die with the coming cold. Final fruits, nuts, ripe grains and grasses are gathered in before the fatal first frost.

Fall is like the retirement age of the year. Having weathered the cycles, the rainbows and the storms, the trials and the troubles, the struggles; the teachings of a full life, it is now the season to reap what we have sown. If we planted our seeds in the spring and tended them well — watered and weeded, pruned and staked, mulched and sprayed, propitiated and prayed; and if the weather was willing — enough, but not too much, sun, wind and rain; and if we were lucky — favored by the powers-that-be in the universe; come autumn it is prime time to harvest our crop.

We have lived responsibly, raised our family. We have followed our calling, perfected our craft, participated in community. We have done our job, played our part and paid our dues — not to mention our payments, our taxes. We have worked our ass off. We are ready for a rest. We earned it. We yearn for the freedom and leisure that follows hard work well done. This is the future we have been saving for. In fall, we cash in and collect the fruits of our love and long labor. And so does Mother Earth.

Autumn age provides the perspective of the telescope of time. Here is the potential to ripen to a healthy, golden perfection before the stalk of life is scythed. To propagate the plentiful seeds of genes, of experience, of heritage, of the accumulated wisdom of the generations grown patiently over time. These are the seeds of survival. This is true for plants, too. In the fall of their lives when they are past their prime, as their last productive act and in a grand-finale flurry of display, they go to seed. They issue forth from themselves the fertile means to assure a continuous succession.

The parent plant scatters these precious seeds to the four directions. They send them out on the winds and over the waters. They arrange for them to be delivered in the fur of animal couriers and dispersed from the air by birds and bats. They are given over to the grain harvesters of many species. It is imperative that these wild and domestic seeds find their way back into the earth womb to germinate and grow again. This accomplished, their lives complete, their genetic deed done, they die. Their decomposing leaves and stalks serve to cover the embryonic seed asleep in the cold ground. Even in death, they serve to nourish new life.

Autumn, then, is inexorably associated with ripe maturity, harvest and death, as well as the implicit understanding of an eventual rebirth, the offer of resurrection. Just as the dying sun is sure to return, so, too, will the seeds buried deep in the dark, begin to sprout come springtime. This potent promise of prospective plenitude sustains us through the empty-stomach months.

*****

Donna Henes is the author of The Queen of My Self: Stepping into Sovereignty in Midlife. She is the Midlife Midwife™ offering counseling and upbeat, practical and ceremonial guidance for individual women and groups who want to enjoy the fruits of an enriching, influential, purposeful, passionate, and powerful maturity.

Consult the MIDLIFE MIDWIFE™: http://www.donnahenes.net/queen/consult.shtml

***

The Queen welcomes questions concerning all issues of interest to women in their mature years. Send your inquiries to thequeenofmyself@aol.com.

 

 

 

 

I see “Begin Again” as an ideal theme for this season. We have the supreme opportunity now in the autumn of our midlife to begin again. How shall we reinvent our Selves? What new programs, projects and passions are on the horizon for us? Please send me your stories of change, transition, and transformation. Our shared experiences serve to inspire and empower us all.

 Thanks.     xxQueen Mama Donna

 

Today is the Day

By Dani Sutliff

Observations from the Queendom:

“The world will not fall apart if we step into our grace and express our vastness. It is more likely the world will stop falling apart when we do.”

– Geneen Roth

What if I told you today was the day?

The day to step into your grace and express your vastness?  The day to make a commitment to live YOU in all your bodalicious uniqueness.

Today.

Starting now.

The day to quit hiding and/or pretending you are anything less than the magnificent creature you are; to sit at your own knee and hang on your every word; to be totally and fully intrigued by your mystery and enthralled with your wisdom; to delight in your deliciousness, and to marvel at how well life looks on you; the day to giggle with coquettish glee at all that makes you divinely, curvaceously, abundantly, woman; the day to laugh loudly at your own jokes; to quote yourself and to be inspired by the vast and unlimited potential of your inherent creativity and passion.

What if I told you today was the day?

Today.

The day to follow where your heart leads, to say yes to yourself, to grab the brass ring with both hands and hold on tight; to give away a little less and hold on to a little more; to do what you want to do and not do what you don’t want to do.

The day to park yourself smack dab in the middle of YOU and savor every single second of every single bit of you.

What if I told you today was that day and that no one else can tell of your fire, paint with your words, or sing with your voice like you in the middle of you?

That the world needs you to express you.

That I need you to express you.

Right now.

Today.

 

Would you believe me?

Would you do it?

*****

Donna Henes is the author of The Queen of My Self: Stepping into Sovereignty in Midlife. She is the Midlife Midwife™ offering counseling and upbeat, practical and ceremonial guidance for individual women and groups who want to enjoy the fruits of an enriching, influential, purposeful, passionate, and powerful maturity.

Consult the MIDLIFE MIDWIFE™: http://www.donnahenes.net/queen/consult.shtml

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The Queen welcomes questions concerning all issues of interest to women in their mature years. Send your inquiries to thequeenofmyself@aol.com.

 

 

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