Flash! One second on, two seconds off, flash, flash.
No, not a lighthouse, just a perimenopausal female.
Being a woman of a certain age, I experience more hot flashes these days – the mark of time on my biology. While some women suffer a great deal with hot flashes, mine come and go quickly, seasonal life change registered in flesh, instead of through thought or environment.
While the very act of living is to inhabit an animal body, hot flashes, at least for me, amplify that experience. Intense, heated skin sidetracks an ever busy mind into grounded, expansive physicality. A pause, a flash, the wanton luxury of feeling deeply, searingly alive. Makes a gal want to toss back her head and howl at the moon – or the sun.
This aging business – sometimes it is not so bad.
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