When my Bleeding Days end, I feel a disquieting sense of loss.
Without having full consciousness of it, I hold a fear that I may find myself suddenly disconnected from my oneness with the Earth, disconnected from the comforting knowing that I am soil and loam and humus.
I fear that I will be unable to experience simultaneously my wholeness and my fragmentation.
I feel a disquieting sense of loss.
And it is true that my body eases me into awareness of my oneness and my individuation, that the veil thins for me in this time. But it is also true that, at this time, I stop to notice, that I allow awareness to become humility.
And that, that, I can do on any day.