coming into full being as a crone, one thing i have learned — and practice — is to not suppress my emotions or thoughts
whether in private, shared, or public space
but to feel or express them right then (with very rare exceptions) —
and to NOT control “my smiles and cries”
i spend a significant amount of time solo —largely, by choice,
so, when I feel immense grief or joy, or experience beauty or pain, humor or outrage,
i let my tears
or my teeth
or my uvula
or my tongue
or
my voice
be in the moment,
and this often manifests even if i am in a public space
i have become as uninhibited and honest — as a young child,
or — as someone on their death bed.
i no longer observe “decorum” that requires that i should actively suppress my “smiles and cries” in order to appear composed or ‘sane’ for the benefit of appearances, respectability, or comfortability — or even just to present as “together” to my own Self,
there is no reason to keep my cards close to my breast — now;
there is no longer any need or desire to play or front; i am no longer seeking acceptance, assimilation, promotion, an upper-hand or power; and there is no time left for games, half-truths, omissions, or lies
because this World is insanely profane — and so very violent, — and heartbreaking,
but also, sometimes, breathtakingly beautiful,
— and it is also too temporary or too long — depending on the day, or year or decade or century,
and i am a fully human being, just
being
and it makes me wonder, if
every so-called ‘crazy’ person
talking, shouting, wailing, raging or laughing out loud to themselves — or to strangers
in the streets
began in just this very way.
it seems a smart and safe strategy
that we girls and women
should suppress and control
our anger, outrage and pain,
but to be both simultaneously careful and generous with our smiles.
we should hope to have unlearned
all of that in mid-life.