Monday, November 2, 2009
Removing Phlegm From An Infant
blood on the ground
Traditionally, Native American women went to the site of the moon while menstruating and bleeding on moss, sitting on the ground. Consider the relationship between women and land is of utmost importance, and this relationship is nurtured by bleeding on the ground. When women do this have a direct cellular connection to the land, thus helping to focus and be grounded. The first time I heard from a friend of mine the idea of \u200b\u200bbleeding on the ground, I thought it sounded a little silly, a little pretentious. But I started doing it tentatively, and began to feel a trace connecting with something very old. One problem I had was to find out how. Native American women would sit on moss in the house of the moon. Where was I supposed to sit and bleed? Even if you find a good piece of land where they sit, not wanting to stay there all the time. Then I started using cloth pads to absorb my blood, which soaked in water before washing. I realized that I could pour the soaking water on earth, so that's what I do now. Water is a beautiful red color, and pour into the soil around plants. This event filled me with a sense of connection, belonging, of being at peace with something that is often pushed aside in modern life. Simple acts of courage, wisdom simple. It's like chopping wood, cuddling a baby, baking bread or drink from a wild stream. It's one of those acts to be a human being is outside time, which has an eternal value, some of these continuous turns of life and death. Dying cells in my body and are transported in menstrual blood, are food for the earth. What dies giving birth. What dies fed to those who live and will to live.
If I ignore my blood I distance myself from this knowledge. I fear my blood and I dislike, because if you know that it is also food, which is also a gift that I bear, then I see it as mere loss. A waste of blood, a waste of time, a baby was not conceived. Whether you want a pregnancy or not, my blood is always a gift. It is a gift in the literal sense as well as a psychic gift to myself. It is a gift from my body to the earth: the mother who has fed and nurtured me every day of my life.
If I ignore my blood I distance myself from this knowledge. I fear my blood and I dislike, because if you know that it is also food, which is also a gift that I bear, then I see it as mere loss. A waste of blood, a waste of time, a baby was not conceived. Whether you want a pregnancy or not, my blood is always a gift. It is a gift in the literal sense as well as a psychic gift to myself. It is a gift from my body to the earth: the mother who has fed and nurtured me every day of my life.
© Lara Owe
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, The Sabbath of Women
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