I recently shared a house with a group of my lady colleagues; we had all gathered in a different city to study with one of our teachers, Eran Even, a very skilled herbalist who generously shares his insights. It’s so great to have a weekend together…we get to gossip, share bits of our lives, and talk shop. One of the many threads to our weekend conversation was PERIMENOPAUSE.
This is not a surprise, because everywhere I turn there are posts, TikTok’s, memes, workshops, even classes on the subject. And here I am, adding to the din with this blogpost. As a group of practitioners, catching up in our shared house, we agreed that this is a necessary counterbalance for the general lack of conversation around this shared experience. But over breakfasts, we also acknowledged that something is off about all this buzz.
I’ll start by just describing what perimenopause is, so that we can better identify what it isn’t. Perimenopause is a transition, a necessarily vague term describing the transition to the day that will be 1 year since your last bleed — menopause. Just as you are not born a baby and then one day switch from a coo-ing, breast-feeding snuggle bug to a 13-year-old who wears a bra, this shift happens slowly, over a long time, with barely perceptible and perceptible shifts.
Each season of life or of the year has its own unique expression. The transition from perimenopause to menopause is analogous to Autumn, a time of harvest, a time to benefit from your earlier efforts, a time when the superfluous and dried up fall away, a time to select and collect the fruits that will soon go into deep storage. The image here in Los Angeles might be a pomegranate tree -- as the leaves turn yellow and fall, the burgundy red fruit is heavy on the branches. If picked at the right time and set aside for storage, the skin will dry taught over the seeds inside, which get juicier and sweeter as the outer skin shrivels.
Southern California pomegranate harvest.