Bleeding, Hibernating, Reflecting
The Cycle Series
My bleed has just dropped.
There’s an almost relief in it. Another cycle complete, a new one about to begin.
My body finally fully exhales — my yoni exhaling too as my uterus contracts and sheds the old.
The rage has stopped — thank god. My body doesn’t have the energy to be rageful. I just want peace and quiet; solitude would be great right about now.
I feel like a bear ready to hibernate for the winter.
The kids are yelling in the background, but it’s like I have ear muffs on. I can’t quite hear them but I know it’s happening. Have a switched it off on purpose? Or maybe I am just so turned inward everything is bouncing back off me? I don’t know, but I don’t care — the quiet and the ease is so needed.
I can sense that I’m more attuned right now. Not to the world outside, but internally. I can feel hits of wisdom coming in — my body receiving them — but there’s no urgency to do anything with it. I know when the time is right I will act, and yet I also trust that not everything I receive is meant to come to life.
I am a vessel of reception — open, passive, and wise — yet I am slow and mindful. It’s a welcome relief when my mind is normally running at a hundred miles an hour. I welcome this slow and receptive state.
I didn’t always… I’d push through, continuing on in my fast, active, and productive state. The world keeps on spinning after all, the kids still need tending to, the house still needs to be kept. Or, rather, that’s what I’d been sold.
But there’s so much to gain by listening to our bodies and trusting our natural cycles rather than trying to adjust to the patriarchal world that works against us.
