The fire was crackling. The moon, so full, was making waves in Upstate New York this weekend. I was struggling with my moods – mostly feeling irritable: yeah!- and confided to my male friend: ‘I wish I were a man. We’re constantly going through new phases in our cycle; our body changes and our feelings are so inconsistent. It’s exhausting to be a woman sometimes!’ I could see he was really taking my lament in as best he could. ‘You need a hug?’ he offered. :) Bless him, I really needed a big bear hug!
In the morning, I sat with my glass of lemon water and drifted into a contemplative meditation facing the fall forest mirrored into the lake. (I swear, it was that dreamy!) The leaves flying by softly, like snow falling off mountain caps. My gaze lifted and I fixed the line between the clear blue sky and the huddled trees. It felt solid. Like an unmoveable force facing me. The leaves, pieces of immediate change. Trees shedding… And like a branch in the face, this simple truth: all in Nature comes in cycle. The divine feminine!, my wise self shouted. Chaos is the place of creation. We women create. Like Nature does. We cycle within, like Nature does, birthing possibilities for change and new life every single month.
I stared at the trees and the leaves and the sky and all that always is, and felt nothing but awe and gratitude for being woman. Even with those short bloody cycles going on endless repeat!
Water mirrors, Fire burns, Wood grounds and Moon winks at Woman…
Loving myself pregnant, with a baby, an idea or a project, sure feels easier than loving my crazy. Yet, to truly love myself, all woman that I am, is to love Nature and embrace all the cycles
Ladies, I love you, wholeheartedly.
Gentlemen, I love you so for holding us in a hug when we need it most.