El Mediados de Vida (The Middle of Life)

A wombmyn in mid life

  El Mediados de Vida

  (The Middle of Life)

My Mestiza heart beats in rhythm with the heart of the Mother. 

Hears the whispered wisdom of the Ancestors. 

Pretends to know her own Mind. 

Forty journeys Gaia has made around Papa Sol.

Yet this Bohemian soul knows nothing.

I am humbled by this phase in my existence.

So many lives lived in this one. 

So many more yet to be discovered. 

To feel so old.

Yet feel so young. 

Strands of grey through long raven hair,

Round bodied, 

Thick legged, 

Full breasts. 

Creases of years starting to show throughout skin the color of earth.

Who is this Indigenous Wombmyn a la Diego Rivera's paintings reflected back at me through the looking glass?

Have I fallen down the rabbit hole? 

When did she arrive?

Where did yesterday go? 

What have I done with my life?

What will tomorrow bring?

El Mujer Sabia, El Cuandera, La Bruja. 

The Wise Woman, The Healer, The Crone. 

She approaches. 

But for now there still work to be done. 

Such is the Middle of Life.