It Begins In Silence

Something Is Clearly Asking To Change

Maybe for some people, there is a moment when they reach the trailhead of a new way of experiencing life, and they can point to the exact spot.

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That wasn’t my experience.

For me, it arrived like the sound of wind moving through trees.

A slight hushed shh shh shh that I didn’t notice for years before recognizing it as an invitation to partnership.

My focus was on fulfilling my responsibilities and performing my roles well enough that people could rely on me.

It was a long time before I recognized that something inside me had begun to loosen.

And it was in the widening gaps that I began catching glimpses of my reflection.

It’s hard to even describe the feeling, and I won’t rush to put words to something that’s bigger than the words I have access to at this moment in time.

What I can tell you is that my desire for more quiet increased, and what I initially thought was a need for more focused time to think quickly became recognized as actually a need for space to listen to an inner voice that was getting hoarse from whispering louder and louder.

At first, I was annoyed, seeing that little voice as a traitor, hinting that the life I’d been slowly building, across 60 years, wasn’t in its final shape.

I’ll tell you what, I’m loving my second becoming and being able to ease more fully into my writing and mentoring work with women, as I slowly back away from my corporate work.

So, although I’m not usually inclined to fight, I had a “knives out” moment, thinking I was being asked to toss everything I’d worked for away.

It was a bit like Robert DeNiro, “You talking to me?”

But the messages and the energy were so beautiful, and invitations so soft, that I did something that many of us might think would be really difficult, but actually felt natural and easy.

Almost like a homecoming, a remembering.

And instead of ignoring the call or shushing it, I gave myself some space to listen, and I honored it.

And you know what happened?

It became clear that the niggling feeling wasn’t trying to negate any of the beautiful relationships I had, or anything I’d built.

It was just trying to gently take me by the shoulders and turn me towards an interior mirror.

I was relieved to realize that.

If youve found your way to me, here at the edge of these woods, there’s a good chance you’re standing somewhere near that same trailhead.

And what I’m sharing may resonate.

Many women arrive at this threshold quietly.

And from here, something entirely new becomes possible.

Not because you fought your way into it.

But because you finally allowed yourself to stand inside it.

Sovereignty, at this stage of life, is not something you declare.

It is something you stop negotiating.

And this is what many women discover when they arrive here:

The world may not immediately recognize this shift. You may not recognize it right away.

But your life does.

Your time begins to rearrange.

Relationships begin to clarify.

And some of your energy begins to return.

This is the quiet edge of Elder Feminine Sovereignty.

No dramatic exit, not a fight against the world.

There is enough fighting

Simply a release from needing its permission.

Nothing may have collapsed in your life.

And yet, something is clearly asking to change.

Not because the life you’ve built is somehow wrong.

But because it was never meant to be the final chapter.

Thank you for spending time with me here at the Edge of the Woods.

If you felt that quiet nod of recognition during this conversation, I’d love to hear from you.

And please, share this with a woman who might need to hear it.

Until next time,

Be Well

-Kyra

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