This is a spoken word piece written about the transition period and identity changes associated with menopause.

Yes but who is she?

Who she is is a graphic artist of 30 years experience. 
A multimedia artist of 25 years. 
An experience designer of 20 years. 
A storyteller her entire life. 

The answer to who she is is not simple because
she is not simple. 
She’s a multifaceted, complex creature with a multitude of manifestations. 

She is a mother, a wife, a lover. 
She is a dreamer, an ideator, an educator.
She is a facilitator, a creator, a mentor. 

She is all of this 
and yet 
so much more than these monikers. 
These titles limited by the bounds of language and definition. 

She is star dust, she is sea water, 
she is a bag of bones. 
She is embedded layers of ancestral inheritance and knowledge, 
she is enculturated and stuffed full of modern trivia, 
she is infinite time and space in a finite body. 
Her DNA is imprinted on her children, 
as her mother’s, grandmothers, great-grandmothers is imprinted on her. 

She is a billion neurons, a zillion nerve endings, 
a gazillion endlessly reproducing cells. 
She is a playground for millions of microscopic creatures, 
an entire walking ecosystem, 
a great future feast for trees and worms.
She is biodegradable, compostible, edible. 

She is impossibly huge, unbelievably tiny, 
enormously unimportant, 
a pinpoint of existence in an infinite timeline.  

She is not one person but many, 
a different configuration every day.  

She is full of love, wracked with anxiety, fractured with grudges. 
She overflows with tears at the drop of a hat
but can’t always find tears when she needs them.

She is a dichotomy, a conundrum,
hypocrisy personified. 
She is a goddess, she is a crone, 
she is divinity, she is a demon, 
she is a filthy slut,
she is purity, she is a shining star. 

She is me. I am she. 

Yes but who is she?