Culture, Life, Nature, Personal Liberation, Sex, Sprituality

LOVE YOUR PERIOD: 14 Women Who Promote “Womb Wisdom” (Sexual, Spiritual, and Creative Health)

At the Slave Memorial Center, honoring my ancestors. This Adinkra symbol represents mother earth.

At the “African Burial Ground” in New York City, honoring my ancestors. This Adinkra symbol represents the Divinity of Mother Earth.

Dear Women:

Be patient with me, I am ever learning.

We were taught to hate our periods…period.

It doesn’t matter whether you call us “women” or “womyn.” If we are still as angry about our sacred cycles as the men or systems we feel oppress us, then we are still not free.

I think our work is to first love ourselves. To really be so holy as to consecrate ourselves and love every bodily fluid that comes from our bodies, including our urine, our mucus; our pus, our blood.

Please don’t cringe. But if you do, see that as a sign that there is still more healing to be done.

I learned from the modern women with old souls who taught me what has been forgotten.

I learned from them that the relationship has to be a beautiful one between your Holy Spirit who knows all and who takes a back seat to the ego who told us that the Holy Spirit needed to be forgotten, that the relationship must be and loving and unbreakable like the bond between mother and child before ANY healing is going to take place.

Allow me to name names:

  1. Queen Afua whose living legend and impact on womb health speaks for itself
  2. Hakashamut Kenya K Stevens of Jujumama LLC, founder of the Blue Butterfly Group, an online support group for women and
  3. Jessica McMorris  of  The Allergy Friendly Vegetarian who built it up with her.
  4. Graceful Empowerment of her company of the same name,  and the Pussy Empowerment Group (discussion and co-ed support group) on Facebook
  5. Tiffany Janay of Organic Bloodline (check her out on Facebook too)
  6. India Ame’ye, writer and artist, who I met on Facebook. (She totally makes love to like, the Earth everyday.)
  7. Akalatunde from YouTube who told us that the menstrual blood was the “first wonder working blood.”
  8. Nubia Sutton the Womb Priestess who often teaches on self love, and
  9. Makeda Voletta the Body Scientist, who first educated me on yoni eggs.
  10. Angelique Shofar the Ecogoddess, who wrote blog posts that I used to print out to read while flying across the world. I can remember she taught us that most processed chocolate has so many chemicals that are bad for you and your womb. That’s the number one tip that still stands out to me. But anyway, I must name names. These women have reached as deep into the wisdom of mother earth, connected with her to dig up the that were buried on purpose. Not to get political. But they gave me back the knowledge and power of my womb.
  11. The women who started the Occupy Menstruation page on Facebook. There is so much comprehensive info posted there daily that I don’t even know what to tell you. Just check it out.
  12. Marianne Williamson, a Course in Miracles teacher whose womb affirming affirmation that plays as a daily reminder in my phone. (That I actually “stole” from the Occupy Menstruation page! See above.)
  13. Joan Morgan, the Hip Hop Feminist and author, for being a pleasure advocate.
  14. Louise Hay for telling me to repeat these words, “I approve of myself. I loooooove myself.”

Each and every one of these women has touched me and some of them I have had the pleasure of hugging and feeling them in the physical.

I need more. And I’m a youngin’, a newbie to the Goddess Movement, but I am no accident and I revere it now in a way that no one outside of me could have ever taught me to.

When you have a fibroid that’s half the size of your uterus and spend countless hours up at night, researching remedies, never taking the first one that comes, knowing you must forge your own path taking a little from here, and there, you learn. When I was in “7th circle of hell” pain and I bled so much that I birthed fist sized clots and got up and woke up on the ground again…THAT’S when I finally heeded the call to heal.

So women, that’s all I’m saying. The women’s empowerment movement or the feminist movement, means NOTHING if we still choose to hate the very process and parts  that makes us female. The Goddess movement is about knowing we have the power to transform our physical experience through our spiritual power. Let’s live it now.

Loving, living and ever learning,


Life, Nature, Personal Liberation, Sex, Sprituality

Grounded By My Mother

Bad Girl.

Bad Girl.

I’m learning to respect my mother.

I have a respect for her like nothing I have ever had before.

How can you not respect a force that is silent yet will FLOOR you if you abuse her sensitivities? Where when her tide is high you must stay home for fear of the over flow, until you learn not to fear the over flow. Until you learn how to bathe her in love and herbs to balance the cycles that govern her. My mother, literally GROUNDED me! I’m talking about my womb here. I’m talking about mother nature, I’m realizing that they are ever so connected and if you’ve read my pieces on how I’ve been working on balancing my hormones naturally then you know that, well, I’ve been dealing with the imbalances that synthetic hormones via birth control pills can cause, and that I’m on a journey to health in harmony with nature. Nothing puts me on my ass faster than my period. I have missed work, school and parties because of her. I will never try to chug 2 glasses of red wine again on my period, in fact, I think I may never drink again while I’m on my period. Oooh she flowed after that!  I think she was spasming and angry. I’ve learned to do right by her and she will be gentle. I’m learning to relax. What’s more than interesting is that in that process I had to calm myself down during the downpour. I texted a close friend asked for a prayer, but I kept a level head. I felt anxious but showed no signs of it. I breathed and said told myself that “nothing will happen that you don’t want to” as I visited public bathroom after public bathroom; changing organic tampon after organic tampon. And I wore a pad. I’d leak through those tampons in a few minutes, and they were uncomfortable. Still, nothing over flowed and I kept reassuring myself and breathing deeply and finding reasons to do my innersmile.

It’s a journey and I’m making a trail in blood. These days I laugh at the absurd. It is absolutely absurd that I’d have to deal with this a year after taking those damned pills! But nature works in her own time, and you can’t rush her. With the herbs I’ve been taking for the past few months, its getting better. I have a feeling that come next year this time I won’t be having this problem at all. For now, I accept where I am and go with the flow, literally.

Still, I want sex.

But that’s for another post.


Life, Nature, Personal Liberation, Relationships, Sex, Sprituality

Blood & Sacrifice

Feeling hungry, sad, depleted. will pour into a blog but just wanted to give yall update. hate when i feel like this altho its needed. im serious abt clearing ev month with period now. i just don’t know why its trying to knock ME out. last night i was talking to ****** (named changed to protect the womb choice extroaordinaire), the man who ive generally had the best sex with ever, and he started talking about parenting and “when you have kids…” and a huge wave of sadness overtook me…

That was about to be my Facebook status, just now, but I wanted to pour some that that sacred red energy into this blog here.

Ever cried when you saw that first little peek of blood of the month? Lately, for that last 2 or 3 periods, I’ve cried for the things I’ve lost over the 28 days, or the energy of what I’m clearing now from my life, which is represented by the blood that is leaving my body. I don’t know. I know I’m getting a little closer to Goddesshood every day, with each moon cycle, but I still feel pain.

I’m not pregnant.

Nor did I want to be. Not most of me. If I were it would be from an ex who was damn near 20 years older than me and who clearly has emotional and alcohol issues. I would have sprinted to the abortion clinic. Or would I?

When I see my blood now, I simultaneously celebrate and mourn. I’m losing yet another opportunity to do what is instinctively an urge for a lot of women. I’m imagining that little microscopic egg being soaked into a pad or wiped out of me, dropping in pool of chlorinated water, and being flushed down the toilet. Discarded with no honor, no regard to the life that could have been.

I know I’m not ready to have a child of my own but every time I go to work and see those kids I feel so maternal, that I can’t even follow through on disciplinary procedures. I’m tough on them, but then I get soft, always wanting to give those fresh new talented souls another chance to make me proud.

So, I’m sacrificing my opportunity to simply follow my gut instincts and I’m waiting until the right situation presents itself.

I have to add this in, sorry this post is a little disjointed, I’m deciding what I should reveal and what I shouldn’t. I’m getting more private these days, another sacrifice I’m making to honor the mystery of these feelings, some things are better yet left unsaid (better buy the book.)

I heard there were 3 steps to make any man love you. I said to myself, “Oh that’s easy.”

1. Know who you are.

2. Love who you are.

3. Be who you are.

Simple right? No, well, at least not for me. The blood mysteries have taught me a lot. Now that I honor yet another cycle of my life, my time of bleeding (I’ve honored the cycle of trial and error in other posts), I’m learning to embody the feminine in a way that flows with nature. Yet another thing that not another human soul can take away from me. It’s empowerment through connection with my blood.

No matter how much I may love someone, I will never love them more than I love who I truly am. I’ve bled because I’ve sacrificed who I am at times, in order to please another. And the beauty of it is, it’s a process to grow out of that. I’m not done knowing me, because the “trials and tribs” of everyday life constantly try to pull you away from that. Once you have tasted the purity of getting a glimpse of who you are you will NEVER want to let that go. BloodRose-300x225

The blood sacrifice of every month signifies that you are letting something go in order to make room for some new quality, trait, person place or thing, an energy, an essence if you will, to take it’s place. Out with the old, in with the better. And in order to be better, sometimes we have to give something up. Well, give it up already. Goddesshood is what I’m after. The funny thing is, I may never reach that place, but the journey is so delicious…I don’t even know if I care about the destination anymore.

*NOTE: In my case, the abnormally heavy menstrual bleeding is caused by fibroids which were aggravated immensely by the ingestion of false hormones in the form of birth control pills, which I took as a result of denying my own desires for my life (sacrificing my ideals in order to fit into another’s ideals). Now, this is what I deal with. Ironically, when I went to the doctor for help, more false hormones in the form of an IUD (intrauterine device) were recommended in order to manage the symptoms of the fibroids.  I declined the offer to become sterilized like a dog and instead I am healing through natural methods (although I know it is possible to get pregnant after removing the IUD, that’s how I felt staring at the device and the eager doctors). Since taking a daily herbal supplement to regulate hormones, the pain of this condition had reduced dramatically. I switched to a new supplement from the same company that isn’t taken everyday, only when pain is drawing near, and the pain has returned because it is only taken during PMS, and if you don’t catch it in time, it may take a while to work, if at all. The pain and heavy bleeding has caused me to take days off of school and work. I’m going to order some more of the daily supplement immediately. Just a few thoughts on this, I know the picture can be disturbing to some.