In-Circle me with Wombs

Grandmothers, sisters, aunties, friends. I long for you on this day when the blood runs red and deep, my soul and body craving sleep, rest and the embrace of kind feminine faces all around me. We weren’t meant to be so isolated from each other. I am grateful for the love of man, my brothers, partner and lover. But today, I long for the depth of the feminine womb space, warm and welcoming, the embrace of earth magick, dark and damp and so powerful. I am lonely for my sisters. I am lonely for the goddesses and for the wisdom that has been silenced. For simple ritual and ceremony, for seeing and being seen. Hearing and being heard, each word landing on the soft all-encompassing flesh that heals by its very essence. Let the blood run red and wild down your legs seeping into our Earth mother, nourishing her with our long remembered womb-wisdom. The kingdom of childhood has been gone for so long, but what has replaced it? I have been robbed, but I will reclaim this space Where grandmothers and mothers, Maidens and Crohns, all sharing the throne that Kali, Brigid, and Sky Woman gifted us. I am sweet…sometimes, but not very often, the strength that I carry can soften the deepest pain. I am a warrior. I am a storyteller. I am a mother. I am a healer. I am your lover, too. But right now, I need the reflection, the reverence, the honouring and pleasurance, of my vulva, lips and folds that hold the forces of creation. Swollen and cleansing, I shed what is no longer needed in cycles that circle with grandmother moon. Too soon I am expected to reenter the room filled by man. I crave: Safe. Dark. Quiet. In reflection, held in sacred sister space. Such grace. Happy International Women's Day to everyone <3 I can offer so much more to the All if I am gifted the freedom of honouring my body, harmonizing with my cycles, and being the all so varying wild woman that I am.