Honing my blood!

As a girl, it was my mother I looked up to for pampering me, taking care of me during my periods. She definitely did explain to me and brought me to accept that this is going to be something I need to be with for most of my life! 

I felt utterly betrayed by the entire women’s community when this secret was unveiled to me! 

My mom taught me to walk with it with acceptance which was a part I appreciate her for! But there was a huge part which talked about nurturing, slowing down, pampering and resting which were lacking. It did because her mother lacked in sowing it in her and so did my granny’s mother.

The struggle to not stop and keep working in this ageless hustle to not fall short in any race or maybe to portray I am enough to the world, we forgot we originally always were the caregivers and the nurturers.

It was when I happened to understand my body at a deeper level, I realised that the cramps during blood shed aren’t natural!

The cycle of periods is a natural gift, then why will it be wrapped with a layer of cramps?!!!

They say it’s the unhealed womb crying! We are our seven generations. The lineage of my womanhood has compromised their womanhood to stand up, be themselves and be assertive! Little did they forget that they could have achieved it with nurturance and power at the same time! 

During olden times there had been red tents where a bleeding woman rested for her days of shedding. It is believed to have been the best time a woman was connected with mother earth and her wisdom, she even bonded with other women and those tents were highly revered in the village.

Just the way I realised what it was like to break the chain and honour my blood, I would love to hear your stories of blood and womanhood! 

It’s not too late to be a woman again! 

A Goddess always has a weapon in one hand as well as a lotus in the other. 

We can be the black madonna and Parvati together! 

They reside in us! 

I have decided to celebrate my blood each month. Have you??

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