WHO IS HOT FLUSH ?
During the full moon, four musical friends met for dinner at a Newcastle, Australia harbourside restaurant. Aged in their 40s and 50s they talked about careers, children, divorces, politics and how much they wished they’d joined forces and rattled some musical cages before life got in the way.
They raise glasses in a toast to their friendship – staring straight into each other's eyes they chink together....at this precise moment, a lightning bolt hits the water outside and for a split second, the whole silver river-cum-ocean shimmers. It is an electric, potent, powerful and magical moment.
The whole restaurant freezes...small sparkles appear around the four like a pre-ordained prophecy has just been enlivened.
That which is written in the stars can not be cast asunder so they pledge then and there, in a spontaneous but freakishly co-ordinated "V rock" symbol – to fulfill their collective destinies and become…
the NEXT...
SUPER.
GROUP.
They are north, south, east and west...they are air, earth, fire and water....they are
Lozzie, Jojo, Suzie and Preezie.
They are HOT FLUSH.
FLUSH PHILOSOPHY
HOT FLUSH
noun /ˌhɒt ˈflʌʃ/
Of all the creatures on earth, only two species experience menopause.
The human female and the killer whale.
Ancient cultures recognised the power of this transition so they marked the ‘rite of passage’ with a celebration - honouring the wise woman. Understanding the freedom, power and delight to be had in her ‘third act’, they paid tribute to the value of her experience in: leading, healing, aiding and ensuring survival of the tribe.
Modern society has forgotten this but nature hasn’t.
Menopausal killer whales are leaders of their pods.
Hot Flush is here to remind you of that ancient power...
Deep in the chest of every menopausal woman is the fun-lovin’ heart of the girl she once was.
The same heart that pumped through honeymoons, mortgages and middle-aged-muffin tops.
Through the break-outs, the break-ups, the break-downs.
The heart that beat through times of teenagers, Tinder and tears.
Now, at night you wake in a hot-flush sweat - spreadeagled on the lounge with an empty nest.
Spilling outta jeggings and cursing keto as you eye that last slice of pizza.
You’re at the fridge, another Riesling to Live.
Glass in hand you stop, look around and you may tell yourself:
This is not my beautiful house and This is not my beautiful life
Then you may ask yourself:
Where is that tub of caramel-salted ice-cream?
How did I get here? then…
My God, what have I done?
Where did she go? That girl in leg-warmers who tore up the dance floor.
That girl who laughed, whooped and sang to Cyndi L:
“We just wanna, we just wan ahh,ha haaa”
Well guess what? That girl is still in you - and then some.
Congrats. You’ve made it to the Third Act.
Intact.
A sag here, a wrinkle there but bebé? Your body, our bodies are walking, breathing,
badges of combat.
Own it. Jiggle it. Get up or get down ‘cos we are free again to get our moves on.
So put on your glad-rags, tease those locks, dust-off your scrunchie and re CLAIM that dance floor.
We wanna be the ones to ‘walk in that sun’ cos, girls we wanna have fun!