That one thing has made all the difference for me. I'm so grateful for all things holistic!
And now... my cycle is aligned with the new moon! I am so thrilled about this, I can't even begin to express just how amazing and wonderful and deeply fulfilling it feels to be me right now. To be- in my own skin and because I do feel this way (aligning my cycle and working with the moon) I just want to mention a continuing current trend that is oh-so-popular- where positive change and expansion advocacy -advocates at the expense of women like me.
I'm aware of what's happening in the world and I will still do me and be me regardless, it's just.... something I'd like to express as a "thought you might like to know." Primarily because women like me? We support all women and that includes anything related to the vast and wide sexuality spectrum (and so much more.) Because women like me (moon women) already have to push through a lot of bullshit just to remain true to our own true natures aka our physiology. There really is no legitimate need to carelessly bash us to support something else. This is a very masculine way to advocate and it is the unconscious masculine in all of us that keeps invalidating the power, beauty and wisdom of those who have discovered the benefits of being fully and unapologetically who we truly are too.
I am so happy that you are pioneering, taking a stand, making a difference, a change agent and want to serve the world to be a more just world. Guess what? Us moon women, we are actually doing that too and we are on your side. We will be the women standing right next to you and all other living creatures....just a friendly reminder.....
Long ago....twins showed up with this wisdom:
"Hey, what's all this noise?"
"Would you kindly get off the stage? I'm in the middle of a concert!"
"A concert? Honey you're going to put the customers to sleep with all this jazz! You gotta get the new sound...."
Come on...let's compromise.......you give a little, I'll give a little...come on, let's get together......
YAY YAY YAY
LET'S STAND TOGETHER>.......
In a very real way, the world is changing, yet it's also teaching us that integration is the answer through all the changes and the evolution. Technologically stuffed- yet starving for wisdom...
Who do you think will help in holding space for the changes and evolutions naturally and honor ALL? That would be us, the crazy moon women....so there is no need to bash us by writing very angry articles and saying "Look there is no scientific evidence to the moon phases, so don't be so stupid" because what that tells us is that you need science to back up your disapproval of our nature rather than have strength in your own conviction.
And what we know as moon women is, evidence in science changes and sometimes the changes are much slower than us moon women.
This is one of my challenges with the legacy Sigmund Freud left us. He had a lot of positive influence at a base line level, at the same time -a ton of his work turned out to be completely false and often damaging to many of us women. I don't even know what he was doing working with female orgasm? He botched that whole thing up. Why wasn't there a moon woman on staff or on hand or some place there right beside him saying "Let me help you." because that's what a moon woman would do.....when she's in her own nature.
The power of the moon woman (the woman who doesn't need scientific proof to know what she knows) Yes, she will be the first one to stand by your side. So it would behoove you to be a little less quick to invalidate the very woman who will hold you, all of you, as you are, as is, right now...no matter what, without blinking an eye. Anyone who has ever known, loved or been nurtured by a moon woman knows this very well. Usually though, they realize this much too late. After their grandmother dies, after their wife leaves...that sort of thing....
Just my floating thoughts. Which made me think of this GOLDEN NUGGET by one of my favorite MOON WOMEN.
A white minority of the world has spent centuries conning us into thinking that a white skin makes people superior—even though the only thing it really does is make them more subject to ultraviolet rays and to wrinkles. Male human beings have built whole cultures around the idea that penis-envy is “natural” to women—though having such an unprotected organ might be said to make men vulnerable, and the power to give birth makes womb-envy at least as logical. In short, the characteristics of the powerful, whatever they may be, are thought to be better than the characteristics of the powerless—and logic has nothing to do with it. What would happen, for instance, if suddenly, magically, men could menstruate and women could not? The answer is clear—menstruation would become an enviable, boast-worthy, masculine event: Men would brag about how long and how much. Boys would mark the onset of menses, that longed-for proof of manhood, with religious ritual and stag parties. Congress would fund a National Institute of Dysmenorrhea to help stamp out monthly discomforts. Sanitary supplies would be federally funded and free. (Of course, some men would still pay for the prestige of commercial brands such as John Wayne Tampons, Muhammad Ali’s Rope-a-dope Pads, Joe Namath Jock Shields—“For Those Light Bachelor Days,” and Robert “Baretta” Blake Maxi-Pads.) Military men, right-wing politicians, and religious fundamentalists would cite menstruation (“menstruation”) as proof that only men could serve in the Army (“you have to give blood to take blood”), occupy political office (“can women be aggressive without that steadfast cycle governed by the planet Mars?”), be priest and ministers (“how could a woman give her blood for our sins?”) or rabbis (“without the monthly loss of impurities, women remain unclean”). Male radicals, left-wing politicians, mystics, however, would insist that women are equal, just different, and that any woman could enter their ranks if she were willing to self-inflict a major wound every month (“you MUST give blood for the revolution”), recognize the preeminence of menstrual issues, or subordinate her selfness to all men in their Cycle of Enlightenment. Street guys would brag (“I’m a three pad man”) or answer praise from a buddy (“Man, you lookin‘ good!”) by giving fives and saying, “Yeah, man, I’m on the rag!” TV shows would treat the subject at length. (“Happy Days”: Richie and Potsie try to convince Fonzie that he is still “The Fonz,” though he has missed two periods in a row.) So would newspapers. (SHARK SCARE THREATENS MENSTRUATING MEN. JUDGE CITES MONTHLY STRESS IN PARDONING RAPIST.) And movies. (Newman and Redford in “Blood Brothers”!) Men would convince women that intercourse was more pleasurable at “that time of the month.” Lesbians would be said to fear blood and therefore life itself—though probably only because they needed a good menstruating man. Of course, male intellectuals would offer the most moral and logical arguments. How could a woman master any discipline that demanded a sense of time, space, mathematics, or measurement, for instance, without that in-built gift for measuring the cycles of the moon and planets—and thus for measuring anything at all? In the rarefied fields of philosophy and religion, could women compensate for missing the rhythm of the universe? Or for their lack of symbolic death-and-resurrection every month? Liberal males in every field would try to be kind: the fact that “these people” have no gift for measuring life or connecting to the universe, the liberals would explain, should be punishment enough. And how would women be trained to react? One can imagine traditional women agreeing to all arguments with a staunch and smiling masochism. (“The ERA would force housewives to wound themselves every month”: Phyllis Schlafly. “Your husband’s blood is as sacred as that of Jesus - and so sexy, too!” Marabel Morgan.) Reformers and Queen Bees would try to imitate men, and pretend to have a monthly cycle. All feminists would explain endlessly that men, too, needed to be liberated from the false idea of Martian aggressiveness, just as women needed to escape the bonds of menses envy. Radical feminists would add that the oppression of the nonmenstrual was the pattern for all other oppressions (“Vampires were our first freedom fighters!”) Cultural feminists would develop a bloodless imagery in art and literature. Socialist feminists would insist that only under capitalism would men be able to monopolize menstrual blood . . . . In fact, if men could menstruate, the power justifications could probably go on forever.
If we let them.
WE NEED MOON WOMEN
― Naomi Wolf
“A Mother who radiates self-love and self-acceptance actually VACCINATES her daughter against low self-esteem. ”
― Naomi Wolf
“A consequence of female self-love is that the woman grows convinced of social worth. Her love for her body will be unqualified, which is the basis of female identification. If a woman loves her own body, she doesn't grudge what other women do with theirs; if she loves femaleness, she champions its rights. It's true what they say about women: Women are insatiable. We are greedy. Our appetites do need to be controlled if things are to stay in place. If the world were ours too, if we believed we could get away with it, we would ask for more love, more sex, more money, more commitment to children, more food, more care. These sexual, emotional, and physical demands would begin to extend to social demands: payment for care of the elderly, parental leave, childcare, etc. The force of female desire would be so great that society would truly have to reckon with what women want, in bed and in the world.”
― Naomi Wolf, The Beauty Myth
Long story short...I'm heading into the fifty zone (in a few more years) and my base line biology is still...like clock work. Even with all of the subtle strange and twisty mid-life stuff that keeps changing every few months...the base line remains...28 days. However, it hasn't been in alignment with the new moon. Minus or plus a few days pending other factors. It is, and always has been true for me - alignment with the new Moon means I've got my physiological chops together. There are other inductors. "Scientific" ones that match this. So that is what is so for me. Period end of story.
Now I love science. But I love myself more. Scientific evidence does not live in my skin. I do. When I learn about science and integrate what benefits me with listening to my own nature -I am the most loving kind open amazing person.
That's my goal. Me being me as the most loving, kind, open amazing person I can be...to feel that inside of myself and then to give that the best I can to others...
So that's it for now...it's HULA TIME