•• QUIET •• I've reached the point in my cycle, a week or so before my period is due to arrive, where words leave me and everything quietens.
If I push what isn't ready to be pushed, sentences tangle. Thoughts jostle and ache.
Far better to let go the struggle and release into the womb rhythm within.
Now is a wonderful time to read books, watch videos, sip tea and step barefoot into the garden, witnessing tarot's pictures without rushing to translate image into paragraph.
I used to panic - what if I never write again!
I now know that as soon as my bleeding time arrives, the words arrive with it.
Wherever I am in my cycle, such energy deserves to be honoured, cherished, enjoyed and embodied.
Meaning books, tea, birdsong galore today! ☕️📚🙏🏻