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Red Tent Journaling

Do you journal your bleed time? This is when those nuggets of wisdom appear on the pages. I find it is a time of cleansing and resting as I nest myself. Yes, nesting is necessary, an hour or three is good, doesn’t need to be days, although could you imagine?

Our bleed is a call to the inner cave, to our intuition. It may be a whispering or a shout to come inward. Listening within can be priceless as here is where the treasure lies. As we delve inwards we can start with two questions. What can be cleansed and cleared away from this last cycle? And what can be taken away and seeded for the future?

Reflecting on the last cycle can bring awareness of where we have been overwhelmed and worn by life’s pressures. Evaluating the last month can be a silent retreat into any tension experienced that can be cleanse away after some analysis. (This isn’t all work by the way! This is also nap time and favourite pjs!).

What we can take from our last cycle are the seeds, the accomplishments, that celebrate ourselves. By nurturing these seeds and clearing what has past brings in the energy of the new cycle. We start over, cleansed, nourished and insightful. (after a ceremonial nap).

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Womb Awakening

I am She of a thousand life times
I am She of the morning Sun to awaken You
I am She of the Dusk to hold You
I am She who loved You beyond the stars
Of days of old
In ancient landscapes
And ancient ways
I am She who awakens You from rest
I am She who Lights You up to Golden paths
And threads of Lightning strikes
I am She who is your Sun, your Star and the Primordial Moon
I am She who takes you to the rivers of pain
So you can drink in vast temperaments,
Diversity, upheavals and change in direction,
So onwards again in Life
I am She You can rest upon,
Dive into,
Dream among
I am She with the Sunlight on your hair
The warming rays and the rain
On showery days
I am She who takes You to the next steps
And hauls you over the fiery coals
And grasps at your breath
For more and more of You
Into Becoming You
I am She of Love of the Sound of You
Yet You can not Hear Yourself
I am within You
Beating in your Heart
And holding onto You
Holding You up
To the Glorious heights
That exists with You
I am She who is
Your rest, your Light
Your Sanctum
The core of All wisdom
The Light of All knowledge
Come into Me as I Am You
My Opening is Your Unfolding
Come, the Doors have opened wide

Words written by Janice Turner Salmon

From She Who Is

Art image by Emily Balivet