Hot Flash Temple

Hot Flashing - art journal image May 2015

Hot Flashing - art journal image May 2015

Just as we are jutting up against summer’s door, so, too, the hot flashes have arrived at my doorstep. I had happily thought that I wasn't going to have to “go through” the hot flash portal. Well, not so!

They come unexpectedly. They come in the movie theater, during yoga practice, during a heated discussion with my husband, or perhaps they cause the heated discussion with my husband. They come unabated, unrestricted, uninvited. They come when I’m least expecting them and all I can do is stop and feel the surge of heat from within like a furnace that has been stoked in the middle of winter and is ready to heat the house.

I’ve been on the perimenopausal road for 7 years to my count….I won’t bore you all of the details but lets just say I’ve been through the irrational irritations, the weepies, crying at the drop of a hat, the hormonal hatred that has made me feel like the Tasmanian devil at times, the hormonal/emotional basket case or one could say hormonal cluster fuck.

I thought I might get a reprieve on this portion of the ride. But no!

Hot Flash Temple, art journal image May 2015

Hot Flash Temple, art journal image May 2015

I turn to my journal to work things out as often as I can so that I keep the hormonal insanity contained and in check.  Today, as I practiced yoga I got this very clear image of the woman who’s experiencing hot flashes….and then I realized she can go “into” her own “Hot Flash Temple” to soothe herself. She can use her own temple to remind herself of all the ways to support and love this part of her, this portion of the wild ride – this out –of–control, spewing, heated, slighted crazed and overwhelmed part of her.

I love her – the hot, crazy, irrational, hot headed, passionate, spewing fountain of energy. All she needs is a little love, a cooling hand and a place to rest for this to pass.