To be a woman…
For me, means getting uncomfortable
Remembering that I am capable.
I am ever-changing
yet I am always becoming
More of myself.
A form that is pure and capable.
A vision that is solid and divine.
A feeling that is safe and warm.
I was afraid of my last moon cycle
When I got her two weeks early.
I was immediately afraid of her power.
She came upon me without fear,
And unforgiving, like Kali ma
I didn’t trust her process this time,
For my state of being felt compromised
At the time.
I didn’t trust myself.
I didn’t feel open to receiving.
And therefore I didn’t honor my womb,
and the blood being shed.
She knew to move the excess heat from my body
so I could recover quickly and easily
from my sickness.
Rising up and out of my lungs to be cleared.
My womb pulsing like the universe in action
Clearing and moving energy within my depths.
Still I questioned her intentions
Because it seemed so out of ordinary
Because it looked so different than I had ever seen.
I questioned the faith I’ve been guided by.
This is God, she says.
Our sacred temple
Always adapting, ever evolving.
And how will I move through with her?
In the discomfort, of course.
For that is how I choose to learn.