PINK FULL MOON
let's get personal
It was a crash landing. I hated it. I thought I was dieing.
In middle school I remember listening to the girls talk about their periods in the girls bathroom, calling it Aunt Flow or the monthly curse… Even through their complaints I wanted it to happen to me. I wanted to join that women's club, I wanted to feel grown up.
It happened when my mom was out. I sat on the toilet in agony. I wanted to vomit, poop, cry, scream.
I was NOT prepared.
The loose education I got from phys ed class, about how to care for a raw chicken egg with a male student, did not prepare me for what the hell was happening to me.
When my mom finally came home, she pulled out her floppy big pads handed me midol and asked me if I needed anything else. In my head I wanted to scream; “What the hell is happening to me? Why does it hurt so much? Is something wrong, with me?” but I said nothing.
Women naturally circle together. In a circle there is no hierarchy, everyone is equal. We listen to each other. Vulnerable sharing without counseling has a profound impact on the psyche.
Pure active LISTENING produces an alchemy. Something more dynamic than joy. So spacious that all emotions, thoughts, ideas, body sensations are expressed and honored.
This deep expression is an integral part of what it is to be a woman, for that matter an earthling.
That is why I've fully committed to a life of holding space for moonlodge. It's my greatest gift to community. It's what I needed when I left childhood and started this intricate adventure into womanhood.
I love circling with women.
Check out the BLOOD RITES CAMP ⬅️
Happening May 24-28, 2017.
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