Let Me Clear My Throat
It then came to me that I literally had something in my throat that I needed to clear, that I needed to bring out of me and into the world. For about 4 weeks now I have been repeatedly receiving the message that I need to start writing poems. I used to write poems all the time in my teenage years. I am no Poet Laureate, by any stretch of the imagination, but I took a great joy from it, and yet it is something I haven’t done now for about 25 years! I had no idea why I was being called to it again, and up until this point in bed didn’t pay much attention to it. Suddenly however I sat up in bed, picked up my phone, and this poured out of me.
Where We Bleed
I can’t remember my first bleed. When I was training to be a Moon Mother we went through an exercise together, remembering our first bleeds, and processing the potential trauma, which sadly most women there felt around it. The fact that I don’t remember mine I assume suggests I had no trauma around mine, which isn’t a surprise because I remember my Mom always being open about her period (although she definitely did not have a love affair with it - sadly for her it was always a painful process). Most women in the room had felt shame around their first bleed, or were even surprised about it, having never even known it was coming. I never felt any of these things, it just felt very normal to me, so much so I was there to support my friends as it came to them.
The Changing Colours of our Moon Cycle
When I started to connect with my cycle being linked to the moon cycle, I gained a deeper connection to myself as a woman, physically and energetically.