It’s quiet at first, then powerfully undeniable.

When your body begins to shift from one role into another. I call it “The Change,” and there is something affectionate in that phrase, because it captures a transformation far deeper than a biological transition. It marks a threshold, a crossing, a gentle unravelling of an old identity shaped not only by your physiology but by the expectations of a world that once defined your worth through youth, reproduction, and compliance.

For many years, you were measured subtly or openly by how seamlessly you cared for others while remaining pretty, youthful, agreeable, and ever-giving. You learned to tuck your own needs beneath the surface. 

When The Change arrives, that entire narrative begins to change. 

The cycles you once relied on shift. The hormones that guided your body begin to re-pattern themselves. You might feel unmoored not because you are losing power, but because you are stepping into a power the world has forgotten how to honour.

In modern culture, there’s rarely a genuinley sacred place for the female archetype of the Exalted Elder.

It appears there is no ceremonial seat awaiting you. No stole was placed upon your shoulders to acknowledge your arrival into this sacred wisdom. 

Instead, the culture often looks past you, as though your visibility were fading even as your inner light intensified. Perhaps the root of this is a deep, lingering misogyny, subtle yet persistent, that praises youth while ignoring the brilliance of maturity. You may feel dismissed, misunderstood, or even mocked. Not because you lack value, but because society has lost the memory of how to exalt or recognise it.

During this transition, when your words tangle or your brain fogs with the shifting of hormones, you may feel suddenly unsteady in conversations that once felt effortless. And you’re too often laughed at, pitied, or quietly sidelined, as though this momentary haze is a sign of decline, rather than transformation. Yet this fog is not a failing; it is the dissolving of an older identity you spent a lifetime building. You once moved through the world with a familiar confidence, anchored in roles and cycles you understood. 

As that identity dismantles and reforms itself into something new, more spacious, and more authentic, there can be a profound disorientation. Your brain is not malfunctioning; it is searching for new pathways, new language, and a new centre of gravity. And because communication is one of the places where you express intellect, creativity, and presence, any interruption can feel like a loss of footing. Especially when speaking with younger people, who have not yet witnessed this metamorphosis and may not recognise the wisdom emerging beneath the surface. 

But this temporary uncertainty is not a weakness. It is a profound rewiring and reorientation, a tuning of your inner frequencies to a more expansive bandwidth. Beneath this mystical fog, something luminous is awakening in your heart and mind: intuition is sharpening, ancestral memory is rising, and embodied knowing is anchoring itself. 

The threshold is not about diminishing; it is an initiation into a deeper version of yourself. 

The Change reveals a different truth: your body is done performing as it once did. It refuses to uphold expectations that reduce your essence. It begins to shed what no longer fits the woman that is emerging. The armour may feel tight, not because you are failing, but because you are expanding beyond the confines of an old narrative.

Dear one, you are not meant to walk this path alone. You belong to a collective rising, a body of women moving together through this threshold, each one rediscovering her ground, her voice, and her radiance. You are not here to fight your weight, but to understand the deeper weight you have carried: the weight of invisibility, of misinterpretation, of holding yourself in contorted shapes to be accepted.

As you stand in this transition, you are stepping into a lineage of Exalted Elders reclaiming their place, not through defiance, but through presence, not through argument, but through embodiment. 

Your wisdom is not diminishing; it is ripening. 

Your intuition is not fading; it is emerging even sharper. 

Your voice is not weakening; it is resonating from your deeper chambers of truth.

This transition is not a tale of blame; it’s your story of remembering, your inherent value, the power that lives in your lived experience and the ancestral wisdom that flows through you.

And as you remember, the world slowly begins to remember, too.

In that remembrance, a new space opens wide, honest, and luminous, where you can finally take your place and claim your space.

Heart to Heart, Elizabeth