THE MAGICK OF YOUR BLOOD.

My blood has stopped flowing.
The familiar dull ache has seized to exist,
The blood that stained my thighs every month is no more….

and I’m grieving.

I’m grieving the change in a body that feels far to young to be transitioning into a new stage of life,
I’m grieving the loss of the blood that I offered the mound of the Tor that Sagittarius full moon, one drop for her, and one for me,
I’m grieving the disruption of my inner compass that let me know when it was time for deep rest, for communion with the otherworld, when it was time to drop into the wise woman, into the crone within….

And each day I pray to the Goddess for guidance to bring back my moon flow, to heal a body that may have been neglected & abused for just a little to long, to repair the shame that might be lingering in my tissues from my younger years when I believed the patriarchies conditioning around the disgust of our blood, the shame of a woman’s body…..

And I pray that every woman know the medicine that is within her blood as I grieve the loss of mine…
I pray that she will know the depths of the mysteries that stain her thighs…

The blood that is pure magick & potentiality, the blood that was and still is gifted to the Gods.
The ‘blood of Isis’ that was ingested by the Pharaohs to reach divinity.
The blood that is your own elixir into the most magical, mysterious and powerful time of your moon.