My body holds the traces of a life lived, of feelings felt, of thoughts crystalized. 

In its' 55th year of existence, my body embodies my passage on this earth, timestamped by the stages of evolutionary biology, and marked by my interpretations, expectations, and relationships with its transformation ...

My childhood body - supple, energetic, physical, unencumbered, cold - always cold.

My teenage body - uncomfortable, transforming, imprinting the marks of womanhood, cold - always cold.

My young adult body - curvy, large breasted, attracting a sexual gaze, the outer not matching the inner, cold - always cold.

My adult body - now normalized, inconspicuous, strong, confident, athletic, cold - always cold.

My pregnant body - nauseous, exhausted, foggy, repulsed at the thought of an entity growing inside of me, maybe cold - always cold.

My mothering body - depleted, exhausted, empty, devoid, cold - always cold.

My entrepreneurial body - focused, motivated, energetic, immune to all physical limitations, cold - always cold.

My menopausal body - changing, transforming, shifting, unstable, stiff, heavy, soft, fragile, cold - not cold.

My being embodies the pains and the triumphs of being in body, as it does the knowing of being - not only a body, and it is at this intersection, the space between, where I embody my humanity and accept the infinite possibilities of a life unfolding.