Bleeding with the moon 🩸

Bleeding with the moon carries

something mystical —

almost feral.

It feels like

being in synch with the

pulse of the universe —

dancing to the heartbeat

of the Earth.

Allowing me to release

all the things I promised myself

I’d always keep hidden —

the shame and the guilt

they told me i shoud feel.

If the moon sheds light

on what remains in the dark,

then my blood washes away

all the parts of me that were

ready to rot.

My blood is a reminder that

I am always reborn.

Always new.

Always coming back

into another form.

Water — my blood.

The fluid that carries both

the strength and the wisdom

of the ancient ones.

I celebrate the gift of life.

I honor the cycles of death and rebirth.

I am devoted to a force

greater than myself.

My divine, cryptic nature —

not so different than our sister

the ruler of our oceans.

As within, so without.

As the moon rules the tides,

so it does my blood.

I am at one with the wild.