Blood mysteries & feminine magic

 I can’t wait to get my period again. 

Through pregnancy, postpartum and breastfeeding my body, in her natural feminine wisdom is not bleeding in order to support and sustain life (What a freaken gift! I LOVE being a woman).

But I miss having my cycle. It’s become such a key contributor to living and creating in a sustainable and nourishing way. When it returns I will be able to move in rhythm with the natural rise and fall of my energy more effortlessly. I will be able to harness my energy to take aligned action and lean back when there is more to learn or integrate. It’s the essence of working in feminine energy.

A Woman’s life-giving blood mysteries are markers for all of creation. 

The birth/death/birth cycle. Where every month we get the opportunity to release and be reborn through the shedding of our blood.

This sacred creational cycle has been diminished over centuries. Women have been taught to feel shame about this aspect of their body. Even viewing it as ‘dirty’ or something to hide from others. I remember being on the contraception pill in my late teens and always skipping the non-hormone pills so I didn’t have to get my period. Especially if there was a party that weekend. 

I used to see my period as a nuisance. Now I ponder, how much of that perception was implanted in my consciousness? 🤔

It wasn’t until I began tracking my cycle in my early thirties, and reflecting on how I felt energetically, emotionally, physically and spiritually on each day that my perception began to shift. This knowledge empowered me to reclaim my blood mysteries as sacred once again. It gave me permission to ride the hormonal waves of each phase in my cycle with less self judgment. Fun fact, men are often the preferred gender for any kind of scientific or psychological trial. Simply because they are fundamentally more ‘predictable’ in their design. Women on the other hand, can feel (present) like a completely different person through each phase of their menstrual cycle. We are designed differently.

This sacred moon time was once seen as the most mystical passage in a woman’s life. Bleeding for the first time was once celebrated in ceremony. Not hidden in shame. There was deep reverence and respect for this feminine magic. Not dismissal and disgust. 

I want my girls to grow up bleeding out loud. 

I want them to feel the frisky high energy of their follicular days and run towards their goals and creations with their arms open wide.

I want them to burn down what’s not lighting them up on their premenstrual days. I want them to use their voice, to harness their power and make radical moves driven by their gut instincts.

I want them to retreat into the soft comfort of their inner wisdom on their bleeding days. Journal in hand, dark chocolate on the bedside table and cosy covers pulled up to their ears (yes, I’ll totally be that mum that lets them stay home from school to rest on those days if they choose). 

I want them to grow up knowing the magic of their cycles. So they can nourish themselves alongside their creations and feel the full spectrum of their feminine power