Truthteller Leslie Caplan has been healing herself through writing since she was a young girl dealing with an intensely volatile childhood.
This is a piece about how overly new age concepts and ways of being tend to veil the fact that there is a palpable intensity and heaviness in the world that must be felt. We are too often told that if we are ‘enlightened’, we would see the gravity of the human condition as an illusion. This piece encourages being human all the way. No veil, no fluff. Just what is.
This poem came out of the belly of Truthteller Leslie Caplan’s changing body as she reaches toward menopause with tenuous, tentative hands. We all know that we can’t resist the changes, but it is so difficult to give in. Leslie is learning to surrender and celebrate women, birth, aging, self, earth, death, sensuality, and acceptance, and to full-on embrace the inevitable changes along life’s curvaceous road.
We’ve all been knocked down, and it’s easy to wallow when we are. Truthteller Leslie Caplan not only reminds us to keep going, but she does it with the bad-assery of a woman who knows her own mind and is strong enough to endure. She left me cheering at the end of this poem. I think you’ll love it, too.