10/11/2022
Womb Led!
Today I'm dressing up for Her--my womb, my body, the sweet femininity in my soul.
Usually the presence of blood leads to lying in bed, sand-pillow on pelvis, a bit of random growling and a good long nap.
All those things are not to necessarily to be excluded, but (for now) I'm inclined towards something more...well... something else.
The message this morning before even opening my eyes: "Don't give into stagnation."
Hmm.
Well, Voice, you would know.
There's been so much happening lately, I've been moving in slow motion just to digest it. That has meant more time already doing what I tend to do for my me**es. So I suppose it makes sense my body would, today, request something else.
The regularity of morning ritual, yes. Coffee. Cream. Honey. A long bath with my own home-grown lavender buds floating in the bubbles. Clean curls, rose-scented skin, amber-fig lotion rubbed lovingly all over the body.
Yes!
Rouge lips, rosy cheeks.
Instead of giving into Red Robe world...put on a dress!
Ripe tomatoe-red. The long socks I haven't touched in months. Clothes that hold my flesh like a lover's touch.
Sensuality is the way of the womb.
A slow walk, maybe some sweet conversations, perhaps a dark beer on a sunny patio. Perhaps some cooking.
Already some tears.
Something deep in my core is crying for release, relief. I'm going to do my best to offer that a clear passage simply by listening, moving slowly, feeding myself--mind, body, and soul.
Being womb led.
Justice Bartlett
Bedhead Mystic