There’s Something That Happens When You Move Through the Initiatory Portal of Menopause

There’s something that happens when you move through the initiatory portal of menopause.

It’s like a deep, all-seeing wisdom awakens

the clarity sharpens,

and your zero-bullshit monitor becomes super-attuned.

Yesterday over lunch, I was chatting with a dear post-menopausal friend.

A brilliant woman & truth-teller.

We were reflecting on just how much healing we’ve moved through—especially in the years around perimenopause.

Between us, we’ve done it all.

Decades of therapy.

Literally hundreds of plant medicine ceremonies.

Years of coaching, retreats, fasting, detoxing, somatic practices, body-based modalities.

We’ve gone deep. Again and again.

And still… there were patterns that didn’t shift.

Until we started working at the root.

Not the symptoms.

Not the mindset tweaks.

Not the surface strategies.

But the deep nervous system imprints we’d built our lives around.

That’s when things really began to change.

Not just “I feel better.”

But structural, cellular shifts in how we show up

in our relationships, our boundaries, our pricing, our power, our presence.

Because perfectionism?

Scarcity?

Over-giving?

Self-doubt?

They’re not the problem.

They’re protectors.

Trailheads.

The way the wound reveals itself when it’s ready to be met.

And when you don’t go there

when you don’t meet it at the root

it keeps resurfacing.

You might think you’ve healed it in your relationships…

and then it shows up in your business in full-on technicolour glory.

In your bank account.

Your sense of safety.

Your ability to be seen.

I know, because I lived it.

There was a time when I was swinging from feast to famine

doubting whether I had what it really took to be in business.

One minute feeling powerful, the next gripped by shame.

Trying to “fix” my visibility, my strategy, my mindset

when what actually needed to be met was the wound of not feeling safe to be fully seen—because what I was really afraid of was being rejected… and having all my deepest fears about being unlovable reflected back to me.

This is the kind of clarity that only came after walking through fire.

The kind that menopause burned clean.

The kind I now bring to my clients, my work, and this space.

So if you’ve been circling your symptoms and suspect something deeper is asking to be met—email me.