To wake up like this At the first drop of blood Knowing Already, the blood cloth beneath me to catch What I knew would come sometime between night and morning This has taken cultivating relationship. It is a continual journey to know my body this well. To be awake and aware to feel the first drop of blood ooze out of me in the pre-dawn … Continue reading On blood
And I wonder how many are among us, sisters awakened to the ones before Who, too, are Yoni Steaming in the rain of night night of rain Who too are inspired by the Moon Yet tonight are adorned with only light of Streetlamps and Candles and despite or inspite of the sirens; concrete; light pollution find herselves also steaming. This is what the Goddess Rearising … Continue reading Walking the Path of the Goddess in Concrete and City Lights
“From a purely metaphysical standpoint, what we observe changes.” -my best friend, and proponent of Yoni Gazing. Ever had a sense, a knowing, that something “wasn’t quite right” down there, but didn’t know who to talk to or how to talk about it? Wanting to talk to a Mother, Lover, or Friend, and for some reason stopped yourself. I did, many times. Sexual and body … Continue reading Yoni Gazing, or: An invitation to look at your Vagina. When was the last time you did?
Never has the “Women” sign felt so welcoming. All my previous rage about separateness fades as the illusion of drama dissipates in the Truth of Death. The Women’s Room. A safe haven to be Woman; Human. I’m doing my best not to touch door handles and faucets with my fingers until I make it to the flowing water of The Women’s Room, where in the sink I wash … Continue reading The Women’s Room