I’m Bowing To Your Grace by Kaya
My blood is my most potent elixir, the sap of my body, the healing medicine of the darkest place in me, my womb.
I want to break the taboo around menstruatio n as it’s sacred, just like my body, just like s/x, just like the trees outside my window. I want to live in a world that’s free of shame around what’s naturally happening inside of us, our drives and needs. Too long have we been living with generational passed on beliefs and humiliations to not start questioning them.
Menstruational blood is beautiful and divine, it has always been the guidance for women, their internal compass. When I started loving my blood I started feeling the immense power of darkness in me, started harnessing the gifts that are uniquely being offered in this special week of the month. The power of my intuition, the ability to transmute larger collective energies by letting them seep through my body.
I became aware of the longing to share my most intimate place, my temple, my core. To take someone along the journey with me beyond the witnessing and passive support, a longing to bleed with someone, to share my blood.
The most intimate place I know, love-making throughout my bleeding.
I feel so blessed to be with a man who’s honoring my blood in ways that I can’t put into words, who, beyond the love that I receive every single day, lays his head on my womb, makes me special cups of tea and cooks dinner so I can close my eyes on the couch. It shows me how he can love the totality of me, it makes me feel safe, my animal can rest here.
I’m not going to reveal what happens behind closed doors, or open doors, or the fire place, but know that the magic of blood is real, the sensitivity guides our way to faraway lands and brings us closer to each other, closer to the divine. It’s sweet and tender, sometimes teeth and growls, always transcending.
I’m so grateful to be journeying the mysteries of blood with someone I love so deeply, who is willing to go to these oceanic galaxies with me; I believe some places we simply can’t go ourselves.
I’m bowing to your grace.
Kaya, NZ