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THE PLACE WITHIN


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Moon phase -Waning in Menopause

This 50 life is a change in the signposts of my being. At this time we are entering into the dark moon phase and I feel it, I deeply feel it.

At menopause I no longer have the last menses dotted in my diary as a clear indication of my follicular and luteal phases. But the lesson is right here, the paper notes, the digital calendar are not the messengers, my body is, I am embodying the phase.

This last week I felt the waning of the moon cycle. I was aware of the turning inward and had a welcome feeling to step down a level of commitment as I employed a new awareness, my body acknowledging the moon.

I felt the nudge, the communication of my body in relationship with the moon. It was like the strings of a musical instrument being tuned in to the flow of energy in direct response.

I am aware that this weekend the earth holds the women in turning inward. A time to rest, to give thanks for what has occurred in this moon cycle. An invitation to enter into a ritual of gratitude for was is, what was and let go of what is no longer needed. A time to reflect on the fullness that occured, the joy we received.

At the end of the dark nights 🌙 we begin to consider what newness to dream into being for the new cycle ahead. We have the ability to create again.

This is also the way of the elder, the wise woman, the women under the moon of menopause. We are welcomed to take the moon phases as our compass. With our feet meeting the earth, her body, our body, and our crown reaching to the moon. We are embodying the rhythms of our true nature for the generations ahead.


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Pilgrimage to Woman

Don’t be fooled, women have carved paths around the earth

Women’s feet have paved many torrents upon the ground

And many women have lost their lives in sacred pilgrimage

Of blessing the Isle and the Mountain top

In the name of the woman

The nature of the septum and the womb

Ancient women have placed their feet upon your paths

And by their unsung names

I remember them

For, wherever they have gone

I go

My feet are not the first to walk these paths

And they won’t be

The Last