A red river runs through us, we are mammals, birthing, bleeding.
Ruby, rose, rust, cherry-black. How rich, dense, potent, nutrient-full, juice-focused our beautiful blood is. Look in awe at your red stream, it contains magic. It is your fertile soil from which life and creativity grows.
There is beauty in your bleed.
Glowing ruby jewels staining water, globules of dark cherry… pieces of you, of you. Not remaining, departing, entirely. To a place we all began.
Yes, there is beauty in your bleed. In the miraculous process, in the potency of what could be. What power we contain. This cyclical being through which rivers of life-blood flow. Red rivers, moving, carrying with it the debris of your last 28(ish) days, delivering this roughage to the ground to compost, to enter into a new kind of cycle.
There is beauty in your bleed. In the artistry of your body’s design. Nourished by the nourishment you give yourself - good food, water, movement, nature, heart-connection. Offerings that fertilise your blood-soil.
I come from blood, womb, colours, blue in face, I live…because of you, I live.
There is beauty in your bleed.
What beauty can you find in your bleed? And if you don’t bleed anymore, what beauty can you source from your bleeding years?