Do you happen to possess true self-confidence? I’m talking about more than just liking yourself. I mean truly feeling the breadth, the depth, and the pervasive, uplifting energy of life force that pours off of you in waves of self-acceptance that everyone around you can feel.
That would entail walking with authentic pride everywhere you go. That means you are in your mastery and power during intimacy. That also means you are in full disclosure behind your eyes… hiding nothing and exposing everything, fearlessly.
I’ve been looking back on my own journey of reclaiming, and remembering what it means to be embodied and in alignment with the divine in me. When I see or read or meet someone who has found that “spark” of passion to share or teach something that has given them a part of life they were missing, I bow in recognition and respect. This is what turns me on about someone… their unwavering assurance of what they are here to do.
During this going “inward” time I spoke about in a recent blog, I was ignited by a woman who in her sixties who found a new career. Cindy Joseph came across my screen on Facebook, and I immediately watched her video and then just as quickly ordered a beginners set of her new product line, BOOM! by Cindy Joseph, makeup for women over 40. Everything she is saying is exactly what I need to hear. Where else would I go to learn how older women wear makeup?
Her philosophy of “Pro-Aging” versus “Anti-Aging” got my juices flowing. Yes! Of course! When I think about how subtly subversive media messages and advertising are for women around aging, it seems so obvious! As I continue to heal the skin on my face from the laser procedure, I am confronted with something many men and women have struggled with, something that has an impact on their confidence. Acne scars, thinning lips, under-eye bags, drooping eyelids, crooked yellowing teeth… turkey necks, for god’s sake! Oh yes, don’t forget thinning hair, graying hair, and no hair.
Lack of self-confidence can be very painful. It undermines our knowing that we are beautiful human beings and that aging is a natural process. Others may not see what we feel… but you know, don’t you? Do your insides quiver when you feel the pain of not being sure of yourself? I am dedicated to helping others grow beyond what holds them back. It’s not just one thing you need to do, or even three steps that you must take… it’s a mindset shift. And people like Cindy Joseph are leading the way. BOOM! is the sound of the start of a revolution!
Tell me your inside story! What physical or emotional attribute holds you back from radical confidence? I want to know.
Juicy Love from Caroline
Should Mature Women Hide Their Bodies?
Dr. Jenn Brandt, director of Women’s and Gender Studies at High Point University, recently responded to a tweet that raises some major assumptions about women’s sexual identity as we age. The tweet, made by Piers Morgan, accused actress Susan Sarandon of being “very tacky” for showing off her “ample cleavage.”
In her response, Dr. Brandt hit the nail on the head when she said: “We have two roles for women: when they’re young, a femme fatale sex object and then after that a mother or caregiver role.”
Let’s face it… breasts produce the milk that feed our offspring. Women nurse their young in public, though usually draped. As a woman in her ’70’s I would do exactly as Susan Sarandon has done… she ’shared’ her lovely breasts because she is still connected to her sensuality, her female confidence, and her passion for herself. She gets my vote!
The article goes on to say, What’s underneath all of this back and forth is society’s collective fear of a woman old enough to be a grandmother flaunting her sexuality. Women “of a certain age” are traditionally offered a limited range of activities; wearing muumuus, baking cookies and/or knitting. When a woman challenges that stereotype, it can and often does ruffle feathers.
For those men who uncomfortable with sexy women over 50… I bet my bottom dollar they see every older woman as their mother, and mothers are definitely relegated to the hidden, invisible “granny corner” by their sons!
Young men usually do not acknowledge their mothers and their mother’s contemporaries as alive, sensual, fully vibrant women who love their passion and love to play with it.
These moms have had to hide their feminine sensual side all of their lives so not to arouse their sons! What kind of toll does that take on a woman? And what good does it actually do for anyone to “protect” the sexual security of men?
What’s YOUR opinion on society’s expectations of women over 50?
What do you believe is REALLY possible for a woman over 50 in terms of her sexual energy and identity as a feminine being?
Please share this with the women you know and love who are over 50.
There I was, standing at the foot of my unmade bed on a hot August Nevada day, barely covered in lace and roses bra and panties, short skirt and cami, with my three moving men humbly asking, “Is there anything else we can do for you, Ma’am?”
Soft eyes matched hard muscle. I trembled and nearly fainted as shockingly erotic movies immediately played across my mind. “Do for me? Well, yes, now that you mention it… see that dresser over there? It needs to go on that wall rather than this one.” Oh, Goddess help me, I could just lay back on the damn dresser… the bed is too obvious, isn’t it?
I loved these guys. I loved how they effortlessly hauled, dollied and carried thousands of pounds… tons actually, of my stuff the previous day… a move down three flights of stone steps from my Lake Tahoe home that took eight hours before they showed up in two huge vans at my new house in Genoa—Nevada’s oldest town in which Nevada’s oldest Thirst Parlor is the number one tourist attraction. In that one long day we bonded in partnership-of-the-impossible. No time for lunch… no time for dinner… just finish the job and head home with empty vans.
Back to these three men at the foot of my bed… or perhaps I should say to the movies in my head that weakened the very fabric of my seventy years of evolution into a Conscious Lover. For every woman my age I want to assure you we are still capable of prolonged fantasies of sex with young bucks who make a living on their testosterone. I was wet with desire, yet my ‘nice girl’ would have no part of their offer.
“Oh, no thanks,” I squeaked in near-breathless observation of my promiscuous thoughts. They were, after all, the Moving Men. As they followed me back down the carpeted stairs, we hugged good-bye, lingering in the embraces that were filled with the promise of tender passion.
Often unrequited love is the only option. The whole scene was reminiscent of youthful times gone by when I would have jumped their bones—or is that boners? It was a warm reminder of my ALIVE female animal who lives in the deepest recesses of my goddess lover-woman.
Could it be that the Wild West of Northern Nevada has woken up Belle Starr… Divine Madame of the Thirst Parlor and Pleasure Professional? What do you think? Please share in the comments section below.
Your divine side-kick and friend,