A Medicine Poem about coming to the last chapter of my menstrual cycle.
I’m standing at the edge of a lake
The warm water lapping at my feet
My menstruating years on the bank on which I’m standing.
There’s something in the air
A gentle breeze
A sniff of completion.
At 44 I relish this ease
It’s gentler than I thought
No drama, no resistance
Just nature taking her course
‘Yes’ whispers the wind
‘Yes’ rustle the trees
‘Yes, yes, yes.’
There’s a smidgen of reflection
The ghost of what was.
And as the noise of the last chapter fades,
There’s this feeling…
LOVE.
Yes. It’s Love.
Quietly emanating,
Gently, strongly, softly.
There’s nothing to do.
I don’t need to dive in.
I can just BE.
My body will change.
My womb will transform.
All of this I know.
And then there’s this….
The Unknown
The deep, rich ground of not knowing
The erotic silence
An invitation from The All and Everything.
‘Yes’, I whisper from deep inside, ‘Yes’,
And the warm water gently laps my toes.
