I bleed. It's exhausting. But my body is not the problem.
"...and I also drop into liminal space, deep wisdom, vision, and potent truth-telling. While bleeding I can access clarity in a way that simply isn’t available the rest of the month. Self-censorship and being “nice” gets eclipsed by the power of truth and for a few days I have an uncommon ability to tell it like it is." What if... what if we didn't grow up hiding ... what if we grew up honoring and respecting the sacredness of this time? What if we respected that time as a time of visioning and rest? How would that change society as a whole? I love the call to stop pretending... and the simple reality... my body is not a problem <3
It's been a long while since I've bled, my fertile years literally cut short by the surgeon's knife which I gratefully traded for relief; relief from shortened cycles but lengthened bleeding, pain, and anemia, all due to large fibrous tumors in my uterus. I resisted for years trying many remedies but to no avail. I thought I would enter a long process of grieving afterward. I was wrong. I didn't miss my moon-time at all or the collective camaraderie with other women. Not bleeding was a relief. I reveled in the freedom and gradually regained my health. I wear white underwear again!