menopause

When women enter The Change – Part Four

In early December 2025. I felt a quiet invitation to reshape my wellbeing. It was not born from urgency but from an inner knowing that it was time to return to practices that have always supported me. Fasting is a practice that I have experienced before, both in physical healing and spiritual deepening. Returning to it felt like reconnecting with an ancient conversation within myself.

As I shaped a personal program that felt true to my body and my intuition, a new insight arrived unexpectedly. I discovered the work of Dr. Mindy Pelz and her research on fasting during menopause and post-menopause. Her language and her understanding carved out a clearer path for me and affirmed what my body had already been revealing. It opened a new window into what was unfolding in this season of my life.

Now, only weeks later, something immense has stirred within me. My Sacred Mirroring Spiral feels awakened and illuminated more than ever. The Change no longer feels like a decline or a narrowing; it feels like a widening of consciousness. It feels like a threshold. There is a sense of returning to myself in a way that is both ancient and new.

This opened even further while I was listening to the song Hymn to Her. From an archetypal point of view, I could feel the Crown (Crone) rising. It was the quiet image of a woman who has walked through many seasons and finally places the crown upon her own head with grace. 

She does not seek applause; she simply recognises her own BEING.

This is where the true meaning of Crone and Hag becomes vital to reclaim. Crone speaks to the crown, the radiant wisdom that emanates from a lifetime of lived experience. Hag comes from hagio, meaning holy, a title once given to women of spiritual insight and depth. These words were originally filled with reverence and respect. 

Over time, they were twisted and distorted until they became caricatures that diminished women. The demonising of the Hag and the Crone did not happen by accident. It grew from a culture that feared powerful older women and worked to cast them as something to resist, fear, or mock. This distortion turned aging into something women were taught to hide, deny, battle, and feel ashamed of. It created an illusion that the later years are a descent rather than an ascent. Yet the original truth remains intact beneath the layers of distortion. Many feminist and spiritual communities are now reclaiming these titles to restore their dignity and power. They honour the original holiness of eldership and the strength that comes from a life fully lived.

In my own experience, The Change reveals itself as a fusion of three inner archetypes in the Living Attributes Codex. The Queen embodies sovereignty, self-respect, and a centred presence. The Wise Woman brings lived understanding, kindness, and clear perception. The Alchemist offers transformation, insight, and the ability to turn every experience into meaning and medicine. When these three merge, they create the fullest expression of The Change archetype. They form a powerful inner alliance that sees aging not as decline but as initiation. They recognise this season as a time of sovereignty, coherence, and inner radiance.

My journey with fasting, reflection, research, and intuition has brought me to this realisation. The body and spirit are inseparable, and together they guide me into this new chapter with clarity and courage. The Change is not a diminishing of power, but rather a remembering of it.

It is the awakening of the Crone or the Hag in her original light. It is the fusion of the Queen stepping forward, the Wise Woman watching with understanding and the Alchemist shaping new meaning. It is a woman finally seeing herself as whole and sacred, wearing The Crown that was always waiting for her, and has always been hers to claim.

And we will keep on speaking her name… “WOMAN”

Heart to Heart, Elizabeth

When women enter The Change – Part Three

When you listen closely to the language of women across generations, you begin to hear a kind of quiet poetry. Long before medicine named and measured it, women spoke of The Change. Not as a diagnosis, not as a defect, but as a passage. A threshold and a new season that arrived in its own time and asked to be met with patience, humour, and deep knowing.

The phrase “the change’ emerged in the 19th and early 20th centuries, when menopause was neither openly discussed nor clinically understood as it is today. In many Western cultures, it became a respectful coy term, partly shaped by modesty, yes, but also by reverence. It acknowledged that something fundamental was shifting without reducing it to symptoms alone. Hormones were not the centre of the story; the woman was.

What was understood intuitively, and often spoken about in kitchens, gardens, and women’s circles, was that this was not an ending. It was a reorientation; a woman was changing her relationship to time, energy, creativity, and authority. Monthly cycles softened or ceased, and with that came a subtle but profound redistribution of life force. The body was no longer organised around reproduction, but around wisdom, discernment, truth-telling and storytelling.

Anthropologists and historians have since noted that in many traditional societies, women who moved beyond their bleeding years were granted increased social and spiritual authority. They became advisers, storytellers, healers, and guardians of memory. Freed from fertility, they were seen as holding a broader view and less tethered to the immediate demands of survival, more attuned to the long arc of life. In this context, the change was not something to endure, but something to grow into.

The modern medical term menopause, from the Greek men (month) and pausis (pause), is precise but narrow. It names the cessation of menstruation, not the expansion of consciousness that often accompanies it. It only speaks to what stops, rather than what begins. And perhaps this is why so many women today feel a quiet inappropriateness. Their lived experience is far richer, more complex, and more transformative than the language often allows.

In my opinion, the return to the change is not to reject science or progress, but actually to widen the lens. To recognise that this phase is as much psychological, emotional, and spiritual as it is biological. It is a recalibration of identity, a new type of shedding, of those roles that no longer fit. A deep invitation to inhabit the self more fully, more honestly, with more sovereignly.

My mother, my nana, and my great-grandmother were not being vague when they used those words “The Change” They were being specific in a different way and were naming a truth that lives beyond charts and timelines. A truth that understands a woman’s life as cyclical, full of physical and spiritual initiations, and meaning at every stage.

Perhaps the quiet wisdom of the change is something we are ready to reclaim now, not as nostalgia, but as remembrance. 

The Collective Archetype of “The Change“

And for me, with my strong sense of the archetypal world, it feels perfect to give homage to all stages of womanhood, from the cradle to the tomb, we are WOMAN…

We start as a Child at the breast, to a Maiden in bloom. We change again as the Sacred Mother and caretaker, and experience a rush of our magical, re-productive energy as the Enchantress. And then the Wise Woman, the Alchemist and the Queen fuse and become one as our “Change” finds a new beginning.

Queen
Alchemist
Wise Woman

Again, a reminder that this passage of The Change is not a problem to be fixed, but a turning of the inner archetypal forces. And like all true archetypal changes, they carry within them the promise of becoming more fully who we already are.

Heart to Heart, Elizabeth

When women enter The Change – Part Two

You may be wondering why I am speaking so openly about bodies, hormones, sleep, hunger, stiffness, and fatigue, especially when my work, and this space, is devoted to purpose, living attributes, and archetypes.

At first glance, it may seem left-field.

Yet for me, it sits at the very centre of a woman’s evolution.

The Living Attributes Codex is not just an abstract philosophy. It is something we feel and grow our way into, something we embody. And embodiment, especially for women, is inseparable from the seasons of the body. Purpose cannot fully anchor itself in a nervous system that feels unsafe, misunderstood, or at war with its own rhythms.

Perimenopause and post-menopause are not detours from a woman’s path. They are very important thresholds.

For many women, this is the first time in their lives that their body demands to be truly listened to rather than overridden. The first time productivity gives way to pure presence, and the first time in our lives, the old strategies stop working. This is not a failure of will; it’s a summoning into your deeper intelligence.

Over the past decade, and especially in the last five years, much has been revealed. 

Experiences once dismissed as anxiety, depression, lack of motivation, or loss of relevance are now being understood through a clearer lens. We are finally naming what women have felt in silence for generations. The fog, the exhaustion, the sudden shifts in weight, mood, sleep, and loss of identity. These were not personal shortcomings; they were misread transitions.

Our ancestors knew this; in many cultures, menopause was not medicated or considered just old age. It marked a woman’s elevation, her movement into the council, the circle of decision-making, the role of seer, strategist, and guide. Her energy was no longer siphoned outward. It was consolidated inward. The body changed because the role changed.

Seen through this lens, practices such as gentle fasting are not about fixing the body. They are about supporting the extended initiation. About helping the body reorganise itself so that one’s renewal of purpose can land cleanly, without distortion or depletion.

And that is why I speak about these things here. I am 67 this year, so this has indeed been my own experience, and I’m now well into post menopause, but I prefer not to call it that anymore. My mother, her mother and her mother all referred to it as “The Change”, and I am going to continue that tradition. I think it is a wonderful reminder of what is actually happening. 

A reminder that empowerment without change and embodiment is simply a construct or performance, and purpose without physiological support can become a strain.

The Living Attributes Codex asks a woman to live in coherence, between her values, her nervous system, her metabolism, her intuition, her attributes, her archetypes and her choices. When the body is honoured during this transition, clarity returns. 

Discernment sharpens, boundaries strengthen, and a woman no longer needs to push herself to be purposeful; she knows she is. Purpose rises naturally, as a consequence of internal alignment with the Sacred Mirroring Spiral.

The Change (perimenopause and post-menopause) is not a problem to be solved. It’s just a developmental phase that has been misunderstood, under-resourced, and historically silenced. 

When we meet The Change with education, reverence, self-trust, and self-love, it becomes deeply empowering; it is not a story of loss, but rather a story of recalibration. One of authority moving inward, and of women reclaiming their rightful centre and place in their family and community.

Your body is not broken, your purpose has not faded, you are simply entering the years where the two finally meet… You can’t have a purpose without a body, and your body knows it needs a purpose. My new mantra is LOVE MY BODY FIRST

I am very excited, I hope you are, too

Heart to Heart, Elizabeth

When women enter The Change – Part One

Today I am talking about something very close to my heart…

There is a quiet reckoning that arrives for many women in perimenopause and postmenopause. I prefer to give it back its original title, The Change, which is actually much more appropriate.

It is not always named aloud, yet it is deeply felt.

A shift occurs in the relationship we have with our bodies; sometimes it feels foreign and strange, sometimes it fills us with disappointment or even grief. Loathing may be too harsh a word, yet for many, something like loathing or estrangement does seem to take place. The body that once moved easily, responded predictably, or mirrored familiar cycles begins to speak a different language.

Hormones change, brain chemistry begins to recalibrate, joints stiffen, sleep becomes fragmented, and muscles seem to weaken. And the belly, for many women, thickens not as a failure of their diet but as a biological response to a profound internal transformation.

Yet we live in a culture that has not learned how to honour this passage. Instead of being welcomed as a rite of initiation, it is often framed as a decline. And so, without meaning to, women may turn against the very body that is carrying them into their next and most significant role.

This is the quiet danger of this stage in life; not the physical changes themselves, but the erosion of self-love that can accompany them.

Because beneath the surface of these changes, something extraordinary is occurring. Neurologically, hormonally, psychologically, women are moving into a phase of greater integration, perspective, and inner authority. The urgency to please softens, and the tolerance for the superficial thins. What emerges is discernment, clarity, and power. Not power as dominance, but the power of coherence and the kind that does not need permission.

And yet, when a woman stands before the mirror and sees only what has been lost, like tone, youth, familiarity, she may unconsciously confirm the very narratives the world has long projected onto her: that she is becoming less visible, less desirable, less relevant. This internalised story quietly undermines the sacred truth of what is actually unfolding.

Self-rejection at this stage is not neutral; it shapes how a woman speaks, how she occupies space, and how willing she is to be seen. When love and respect for the body diminish, the voice often follows. Confidence contracts and visibility feels risky. The woman who is meant to step forward as an Elder, a Matriarch, a cultural carrier of wisdom, instead learns to shrink.

Beautiful wisdom weavers of our world, our body is not betraying us; it is initiating us.

The softening belly is not a flaw; it is a centre of gravity shifting inward. Muscle loss is not a sentence; it is an invitation to move differently, to listen more closely, rest more, breathe into the change that you are living through. Find your strength with some gentle intention rather than force. What if your stiffness is asking for compassion, not judgment, because these changes are signals of real change, not punishments?

To love the body during this transition is a radical act, and it requires a new gaze; one that does not measure worth by tightness, speed, or compliance with outdated ideals. It asks us to see our bodies as allies in evolution, not objects to be corrected.

If women are to rise into visibility as Elders and Matriarchs, not just symbolic roles, but living their true presences in families, communities, and culture, self-love must become fundamental, not performative self-love and not affirmation layered over resentment. But a grounded, embodied reverence for the body as it is, here, now, in its wisdom phase.

Because how we treat our bodies becomes the template for how the world treats us.

When a woman loves and honours her body, she stands differently. She speaks with gravity; she no longer negotiates her worth, and her presence communicates something bolder and older than fashion and deeper than trend. She becomes a stabilising force, a witness, a keeper of perspective in a world addicted to a false beauty, the need for more and urgency.

This stage of life is not an ending; it is a threshold.

And it is our body, with its changing, demanding, and revealing, that is the doorway through which we pass. To meet it with love is not indulgent; it is necessary. It is how women reclaim their authentic leadership and step forward, not apologetically, but deliberately, into the role they were always meant to inhabit.

Just a reminder, don’t wallow in the weeds for too long, let the Sun in your heart shine through because dear one, you have done the hard yards, now it is time to fully Be You.

You Are Truly Amazing!

Heart to heart, Elizabeth

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