Now for something different—I’m learning about menstrual blood and cycles.
I have apprenticed myself to the moon for a year. I can’t say I necessarily understand her more, at least with my mind. But perhaps something more visceral, more in my body. I’ve also done more work with studying and embracing shadow and mystery and flow.
All of which might have something to do with my changed relationship with blood, in particular woman’s/Gaia’s menstrual blood.
Not too long ago I’m not proud to admit, it used to be something unsavory, scary, to be kept in the shadows, not talked about.
Of course, I got this from a patriarchal culture that loves suppressing and killing bodies more than loving bodies, especially women’s bodies, that suppresses much that is natural, feminine, and flowing (see last post). But I also probably got some of it from some of the very women in my life, who themselves probably internalized those messages, or feared I couldn’t deal with it. And they were probably right.
But that’s just another example of men making women do the emotional work of protecting us fragile men. It’s not flattering to admit, but what an immature, unnatural, and oppressive attitude to fear this powerful organic beautiful process, this life fluid, this mystery!! Enough.
So call it tantric, call it waking up, call it men’s work, call it whatever, but if you want to love a woman fully and utterly you had better make damn sure you embrace her everything, and that includes her blood, her cycles, her moods, her beautiful whole self.
Photo: Wild Nature Heart courtesy of red zin wine 🍷 serendipitously spilled on countertop