‘The Teaching My Blood Whispers to Me’

I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me. ~Herman Hesse

Sensations awoke and began to move through my body when I read this quote today, especially the phrase ‘the teaching my blood whispers to me.’

It’s 2015. January. This is the month I have known my book would finally come into form. The vision has been with me for some time–not just a dream of writing a book, an actual vision of the process, the writing, the text. There is a gentle flow that moves us to the place where we breathe life into the dream. And then….we give it form; a way to move through this world, to touch people on a human level, to connect to the very places in us that seek to be caressed, awakened, aroused.

Photograph by Miyako Ishiuchi
Photograph by Miyako Ishiuchi

This is where I find myself now. The book journal is never far from where I am. The pages are filling with the inspirations and passions of what is meant to be written by me, as me, through me. I know when I hit the mark because my self begins to tingle and the cells dance the macarena. Everything is lit up and all signs are go.

Today, as I sat at my desk and the words move through me, I felt it. And I felt too what this quote served to validate for me–what is meant to to be told comes through the blood that is mine, the experiences and truths and knowings, the magic and creativity and DNA, the very Life Force of all that is beautifully and uniquely me. This is the story I am to tell – mine. I’ve always known that, only now I know it’s not just a story of my life. It’s a story of the Sacred Feminine coming full into Herself. It’s a story of so many women who came before me, and perhaps some who will follow. Only, the telling of the story will shift its course. The vulnerable, raw and pure sharing of who we are as women is what unleashes our power. THIS is our story, our offering, our blessing….this is our blood. My blood. ‘The teaching my blood whispers to me. ‘ Yes.

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The Sacred Orgasm

I’m certain many of you are with me, so come, let’s take this ride together.

It’s happening for me as we speak, whatever time you’re in, whichever moment you arrive here to read this. As women especially, but I suspect men, too, we have for too long misunderstood its presence. The Sacred Orgasm. We mistake it for that full-body arousal that stirs us mad with sexual desire – and it is. We stuff ourselves full with food that tantalizes our tongue as its deliciousness entices our senses, only to be left hungry. We feel ourselves shaken to the core with utter delight, with the wildness of who we are. It’s here this moment, and let me share with you what it feels like to me.

Now, here, I am alive with fiery love for all of who I am. I look in the mirror of my self and see a stunning beauty, and can’t help but feel the curve of my lips as they smile. She’s radiant. Not simply because of how she looks, but because of the aura she exudes. A seductive fragrance exhales with her breath, calling me deeper into the pool of red, flowing love. She is feminine elegance and grace all at once. As I continue gazing, I see the spark of playfulness in her eye, a spark that can shift from a gentle nature into a deep roaring and ravenous power. This woman’s blood pulses with the deep red hue of creative Flow, so much waiting yet to be birthed through her sacred canals. She is the goddess, here, now, and she lives in the spirit of every woman.

The Last Dance

This is our WILD. Our feminine spirit, ever present and waiting for that moment when the heart is clear and the energy free, when she can become drenched with the liberation of all she is. She fears nothing and is threatened by no one. Comfortable in her sultry skin, she holds her head high, void of shame, ripe with the full potential of her own essence.

She knows who she is. The Sacred Feminine, worshiped by men and women alike, from the start. She has endured much and stands here now in full bodied presence, reclaiming her power once again. Do not be fooled, my loves, for this power isn’t the stuff of dragons and conquest. She is a powerful Creatrix, Mother, Lover. She is masterful in art, poetry, song and lyric, radiantly igniting the canvas with all she is. She stands full in her power.

That’s how it feels, my loves, the Sacred Orgasm. It’s all about being in the moment, the deep space where the heartbeat of life comes to find you and overcomes your entire being.  No longer do I give this away, unaware of its Sacred Presence. The eruption is mine alone, to harness and allow to flow forth from every crevice.

**I’ve got to tell you, after sitting here with my eyes closed and letting this move through my fingertips, I’m in a state of awe. It’s the middle of the afternoon, I’m sipping the most exquisite sweet wine – not something I typically do in the afternoon, and only recently in the evening. A very subtle breeze blows, creating a whisper amongst the leaves here in the backyard and a softness across my skin. The sun is radiant. All of this – being in this space, so filled with joy, with peace and love – writing the way I am, filled with inspiration and in a voice that is my own – feels as though I’ve stepped into another lifetime. I’m weepy with the feel of it. This is who I am – so, so beautifully me. Gentle in the flow of Life, letting Her fill me up and pour out through my elegant voice. I’m honored, I’m wild with desire for this sensation and on fire with burning, sacred love.

Sacred Blood, Holy Grail

It’s not what you might expect, this post. It’s not about the Magdalene or our endless fabled search for the Holy Grail. You may recall I wrote recently about our blood as women, both literally and symbolically. (How Do You Bleed?) What I came to realize as the words poured through my fingertips is how little we have valued our ability to bleed as women first of all, but ever more deeply how much our blood truly represents. We are the mothers, the creators. That word – Creators – really stood out to me. Bear with me, we’re going to connect some dots around this now….

What I’m witnessing within myself and around me in my circles of women is that we are currently undergoing an immense flow of release. For some it’s old family beliefs and ways of being, others are shifting their ‘work’ focus and still others are taking inventory of our creative energies. How are we giving our energy to this world, and are we feeling a drain or a sense of being alive and awakened in those experiences? With the shifts in consciousness that are now rapidly occurring, for those who choose to tune in to the subtleties, there is crystal clarity in coming into our truth. We can FEEL it like never before. We are reconnecting with the beauty of what it is to be a woman on EVERY level – physically, emotionally, intuitively, creatively. This includes our love of nurturing, our ancient gifts of knowing, our deep longing to move in step with the fire of our passion and our sacred gift of creating.

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This is where the ‘Sacred Blood, Holy Grail’ comes in, my loves. The more we are releasing, allowing ourselves to let go, to move from what no longer feeds the purity of our souls (let’s not forget, this requires taking the time and space to reclaim our purity) – the more we are creating an emptiness, a space through which our blood can freely flow throughout our being – on every level. We are taking ownership of our health, our desires, our love, our sweetness, our power, our feminine presence. OUR BLOOD – the Holy Grail, the chalice of our very existence. We are falling more and more deeply into ourselves, in love with ourselves – seeing ourselves as holy. No more excuses for the way we love, apologies because our body might not be socially acceptable or because we are alluring by our very nature. We are creating whatever our hearts whisper to us, without censorship. We are AWAKE, alive and filled with the fire to wholly embrace our intimate truth.

So I offer to you, my dear friends, this cup from which to drink; to hold reverent our own sacred blood of presence, of coming into this life and perhaps many others as women. Holy, blessed, Sacred Feminine Women. This is our legacy.

How Do You Bleed?

I feel there is something unexplored in women that only a woman can understand. ~ Georgia O’Keefe

This quote crossed my awareness last night, and because I love Georgia O’Keefe so much, it gave me pause. I brought it into some of my sacred circles of women to explore a bit more. What I’ve found within myself is a deep well of connection to what remains unexplored in us. Perhaps it’s our own Creative Force that we keep quiet, subdued, manageable lest we be seen as crazy, out there, or gone over the edge. We’ve lived through lifetimes of being laughed at, tormented and even considered ‘hysterical’ just because of how deeply and passionately we feel.

As I have let myself FEEL into what this stirs in my own body and remembrance, I sense that what is unexplored in women may look different on each one of us. And yet, at it’s core is quite possibly the same. We are naturally designed with a womb of creation. From that womb, we nurture and give life. What allows us to do so is connected to a monthly bleeding and shedding of our uterine walls to continually prepare for that Life. If we consider that what is unexplored in each of us is the passion, the Force that whispers to us, that speaks to us in the most loving and sensitive ways, and at times in a fiery and fierce voice of pulsing sensation–then would not the ‘unexplored’ in each of us be our own Sacred Blood?

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There is so much here, I feel I can’t quite grasp how to express it. Our Creative Force, our passion, our longing, our deepest soul feeling and purpose – live in our physical and feminine BLOOD. The obvious menstrual blood aside, just envision for a moment the feeling of blood pumping through your body and the sensations that can impact that flow. When we feel most intensely something as true in our entire being, whether it’s fear, passion, desire, excitement, heartache – you can FEEL that in your heart, in the very way your blood moves through you. You can SENSE that you are alive, even in the moments you may not wish to be so.

Stepping deeper into it – how we FEEL and experience Life, how we Create and Offer ourselves to this world – is that not how we BLEED? Both symbolically and quite literally? And yet, one of the last things women are talking about and inviting into their lives is their flow, conversation about how sacred it is that we DO have a Flow of Blood. We’ve forgotten the sacredness of what this means to us. We’ve lost the precious care of ourselves as Creators of Life. We no longer see our ability to BLEED as something precious, to be honored.

There are ancient practices of women holding ceremony and allowing their blood to seep into the earth beneath them. These women understood their bodies harbored something so holy and powerful as to cherish and honor it. WE recognized the power of our ability to bleed and to bring life and healing through our blood.

And so what this quote has brought to me is this question: How do YOU bleed? Whether you look through the lens of your Creative Force, your Passion, and/or your Physical Body and the actual cycle of menstruation. As a woman who carries ancient sacred lineage, how do you bleed? And with whom will you explore this aspect of being Woman?