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Stranger In a Strange Skin

By

Joan ELLEN GAGE

Get Your Hip Chic Wit!

Copyright 2011 Joan Ellen Gage

ISBN: 978-1-4660-8165-9

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Title Page

Inside

Stranger in a Strange Skin

I’ve Molted Her!

I Dreamed a Dream. . .

Upwardly Immobile

Wadda You Want a Medal?

Women Rock!

Loving the Stranger Within

Changed and Rearranged

A Woman for All Ages

Creeping Toward 60

Saboteur

Excerpts from Water Running Downhill! and Embracing Your Inner Cheerleader!

The Zone

Eight in Dog Years

Maggie & Me

One Tribe

My Tribe

Epiphany

Dr. Connors and the Brain Child

View From Below

The Call of the Wild

Explorer Dani

About the Author

Back Cover









Stranger in a Strange Skin

I feel foreign in my flesh

Who is that

In the mirror peering out

Of my eyes?

I cannot reconcile the feeling

That there are two of us

One old familiar self and

Another who is either molting

My skin or making a pupa over it!



The latter would be better

As I would emerge svelte and energetic

A doppelganger of my former self!

I realize that this is another

Passage—I’ve enjoyed all of them

Until now; this one makes me suspicious



It whispers to me

Of more wrinkles, aching joints, etc

The “coming attractions”—

Not seeming very attractive to me!



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I Dreamed a Dream. . .

I have always upheld

The great American Dream

Where you can be whoever

You want to be

I am aware that I was held back

By my shyness, cowardice

Or fear of failing



I still think that one

Has to believe in their dream

I know many of us won’t make it

However, it is imperative we try

We must trust what’s in our hearts

And empower these desires

If we never try

We have already failed











Upwardly Immobile

Women, can you ascertain

Your true feelings

And comprehend what meaning

Life casts you

In nets choked with

Distractions and commitments



Many of us have been

Insensibly suffocated by survival’s struggle

Nostrils closed with the earth of duty

Ears filled with the roar of technology

Eyes blinded by years of imprisonment

In personal, domestic or corporate darkness



Or worse yet, we exist (?) as brain-washed

Busy soccer moms, AKA mini-van chauffeurs

With ears adhered to cell phones, caffeine driven

Stressed out hearts fluttering in

Living-the-dream designer corpses that mouth

The mantra of “I need more, I need! . . .”



Sadly, we may remain ever clueless to

Who we really are, the free spirit





That we might become, and to the

Enlightenment that a simpler life

Could teach us; look

Really look at your life, before it’s too late!











Wadda You Want, a Medal?

Women are hard working

They work out of the home,

In the home, around the house,

Around the clock



Without so much as a

Thank you” or, “good job!”

Women keep it going

Encouraging one other or

Pitching in to help as needed



Let’s give ourselves the

Recognition that we deserve

Be our own cheerleaders

And fan clubs



So don’t give up—stand proud

And say it with feeling—out loud

I am a wonderful woman And I rock







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Loving the Stranger Within

So how do I come to accept and love

This somewhat changed and

Rearranged self?



First, I have to spend some one on one time

With me and myself

Get to know the old/new girl

Learn what inspires her



Secondly, I must exercise self-love

No matter what—

It is still my body, my flesh

This is how I look and it’s fine



Aging is not the adversary we think it is

The enemy is our culture

This we must change and

Pass the truth on to our daughters



The revelation is that women are

Beautiful at any age

We always were, we always will be

Go with hearts and eyes wide open



Live your beauty





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A Woman for All Ages

Here is a shock for you

Not all of us are moms who have led a full live

And done it all, or executives

Who have crashed the glass ceiling,

Left, and found their “true calling”



Some of us have just been

Trying to make a living as worker bees

Who buried any creative or other need

For self-expression under a load

Of work and life



It happens and time passes

I swallowed the work ethic myth hook, line and sinker

I was the “perfect” employee—hard working

Taking a personal interest in my job

My Mary Poppins’ era; But, it left nothing for me



50 opened up my eyes

I still work hard, but now I work for me

First and foremost, I take care of myself

And my responsibilities to family

Then I take a little time for me





As time passes, we need to deal with

And understand what lessons each decade teaches us



Hopefully we learn and embrace the wisdom

From our experiences, in turn

These life lessons flesh out who

We are becoming and who we grow to be



We are unfinished works of art

The book not yet completed

The half-carved sculpture

To be unveiled by the universe

And not at a time of our choosing



So let the journey unfold

And may your story be told











Creeping Toward 60

I am trying to reconcile myself

With myself

Not sure who I’m becoming or

Where the journey will take me



That 50-something person morphing into

An unrecognizable flesh, foreign

Yet undeniably mine

It’s that contents shifting “thing” again

The DNA rearranging a bit



I confess I thought some of the body changes

Would come later, much later

We are easily duped into thinking this

When women with perfect skin and bodies

Peer out from women’s magazines



I feel a bit deceived, actually

50 felt and looked so good on me

Of course, that was before the menopause fairy

Bopped me on the head with that aging wand



Being estrogen less is a mixed blessing

But, I’ll take it



As the older folks love to say

Beats the alternative!”











Saboteur

I admit to avoidance

Self-sabotage

Ignoring the very thing that

I profess to love

To write, to spill my soul

To purge the cerebellum’s cells of

The wasted life that smothers them



The technique is simple

Turn on the machine that

Spins the web, that reels you in

Holding your attention with

Entertainment?, or mind-numbing

Seldom enlightening, blah, blah, blah

The technology vampires

Keep us on the hook



If we never create the time

We cannot do that wonderful thing we know



We can do





We subconsciously reject our dreams

Because we are afraid of criticism

Afraid to fail, afraid to succeed



We mainline media

And yet we do not accept any blame

As addicts using this technology

To cannibalize our time

Thus keeping ourselves

Stupid and fearful

Keeping ourselves from the truth



We must create our own truth

Live without fear, not without love

Live now!













Excerpts From Joan’s Books:





Water Running Downhilll!

Words of Empowerment for Women in Midlife



And



Embracing Your Inner Cheerleader!











The Zone

By Joan Ellen Gage, From: Water Running Downhill!

While a willing tenant

In your self-made prison of busyness

Dream of ways you can be free



To give yourself the gift

Of a precious few moments, not distractions

Lock out your outer life—meditate



Find that it is almost a new experience

You may have forgotten the sensation

Of pure awareness, and nothing else



So used to being the “amazing balancing act”

You have found it hard to stop doing and planning

And just become still



Discover that one can see so much clearer

When traveling at

The speed of now







Eight in Dog Years

By Joan Ellen Gage, From: Water Running Downhill!

Here I am

Stuck

In the middle

Of me



Trying to redefine

My position

At the precipice of

Midlife-- i.e.

Menopause



There!

I’ve said it!

The “M” word

Sounding the death knell

Of youthfulness as we know it!



Enter the curse of middle age

See--

Skin sag, lines deepen

Into the antithesis

Of perky!





Zombies, recite the litany:

I’m not getting older—

I’m getting better”

The “golden years”

Such rubbish



Forget that tired rhetoric!

News flash—we are supposed to age!

We are not Barbie dolls—

We are people!



Let’s not fear our natural metamorphosis

Let us embrace who we are

And who we are becoming, with fortitude

We are powerful;

We are women!







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One Tribe

By Joan Ellen Gage, From: Water Running Downhill!

Have you felt

With passing years

A more pressing

Need to connect

With other women

To share observations

And laughter

To offer advice

Or garner wisdom?

Do you feel drawn

As if by a magnetic force

To be with your own kind?


For these women

Are a tribe—your tribe.

No one else will ever

Understand your struggle

As they will.

Women are our people.

When we come together

We feel a oneness

A sisterhood united.

When we come together, we are at home.







Photo Five

Epiphany

By: Joan Ellen Gage, From: Embracing Your Inner Cheerleader!

My head aches

Thoughts wiggle and squirm

Like nervous snakes

The gray matter quakes



An internal struggle

Between desire and need

The mind juggles

Dreams seek to be freed



Synapses are riled

Neurons are firing

The birth of your brainchild

Can be very tiring!









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View From Below

By: Joan Ellen Gage, From: Embracing Your Inner Cheerleader!

What have you done to deserve this?

You say, not expecting an answer

We have all asked this, at one time

Or another, when we are hurt, or

Under attack on some unexpected front



We usually do not see the “blow”, or

Brick falling on our head, until it hits us

Then BAM it strikes us to the heart

And soul of our being, we are floored, pinned

Unable to move and uncertain of what to do



Eventually, we get up and limp along

We try to get that “stiff upper lip” thing

Going on; moving through the motions

Until some sense of normalcy eventually

Creeps in and healing takes place



As women, we need be strong enough

To survive these affronts

We HAVE to, if we want to continue





To grow and compete in this world

And we WILL do it, too!

We will believe and achieve all

That we must do

We will do this together, you and I

Make a promise today to help your sisters

When they are down, raise them up

Raise them up, and believe in them!

And they WILL succeed

You go girls!











The Call of the Wild!

By: Joan Ellen Gage, From: Embracing Your Inner Cheerleader!



What do you need

To make yourself happy?

You could pursue a new job

Or take a life-changing adventure!



Do you have a dream?

What are your strengths,

Weaknesses or aspirations?

Can you find your heart’s compass?



Make a list, take a test

Determine your hidden skills

Plot a path that you can follow

Enlist your friends to fund you emotionally!



Perhaps it is time to finish

That education that you put off

Or volunteer for a needy cause

Explore your wildest possibilities!







Remember this, if someone

Before you persevered

And succeeded in their midlife expedition

You too can do it; follow their lead!



With newfound confidence to guide you

(Fake it if you have to!). Set out for

Your undiscovered territory

It’s never too late

It’s as late as you want it to be!









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About the Author

Joan Ellen Gage, a farmer‘s daughter hailing from the Finger Lakes area in New York, moved with her family to south Florida as a teenager and has spent the lion’s share of her life there. She now resides in Central Florida, vacationing as often as possible at her family’s mountain retreat in Western North Carolina.

Joan is a writer of poetry, women’s humor and inspiration with a spotlight on the midlife experience. Ms. Gage aspires to be a cheerleader for women of all ages, and self-published Water Running Downhill! Words of Empowerment for Women in Midlife, in 2007.

Embracing Your Inner Cheerleader!, is Joan’s next ‘brainchild’. The author enjoys speaking to women’s groups and has had several book talks. Additionally, Joan relishes writing a blog for women at joanellengage.com. Click in to get your hip chick wit!

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