blood offerings and sacrifices have long been the cornerstone of sacred practices regarding the liminal threshold between life and death and acting as representations of the menstruating body, which does this naturally.
a menstruating body is a ritual vessel designed to cyclically make blood offerings- as if exclaiming, “see me! i am the creative life force of nature”.
this offering is holy. this offering is potent. this offering is about so much more than a capacity for childbearing. this offering is about fertility. fertility as in- the act of forming something new from what was previously formless.
this offering is about shedding old selves to fertilize new ones.
this offering is about shedding old ideas to fertilize new ones.
this offering is about shedding old patterns to fertilize new ones.
this offering is about shedding old paradigms to fertilize new ones.
this offering demonstrates an inherent power.
when our ancestors said ‘new moon’, were they implying the moment we bleed?
when our ancestors said ‘waxing moon’, were they implying the energy rising phase as we prepare for ovulation?
when our ancestors said ‘full moon’, were they implying the moment of ovulation?
when our ancestors said ‘waning moon’, were they implying the energy lowering phase as we return to bleeding again?
and what would happen if instead of attuning our renewal and release rituals to the moon, we attuned them to the clocks of our bleeding bodies?
as we continue to fertilize new futures, the old paradigms of patriarchal, capitalistic, and colonial oppression, which benefit from our social stagnation, grow anxious. as i watch them desperately grasp for further control, i deepen my honor for bleeding bodies.
the body that bleeds is the sovereign body of god,
so i deepen my loving gaze upon the bleeding body,
so i deepen my loving gaze upon the bleeding body,
so i deepen my loving gaze upon the bleeding body,
the body that bleeds is the sovereign body of god.
on loop: blood songs, duh
Blood Rushing, by Josephine Foster
“my name is blushing
my blood rushes in
and i begin to begin again”
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Flowers and Blood, Mariee Sioux, because if this isn’t transfiguration by way of menstruation idk what is…
“i never pleaded for a new skin as i do now
oh flowers and blood
build up a new me of flowers and blood”
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King, by Florence + The Machine