the house is old and always in need of repairs. the screen door needs replaced… the window ledges need scraped and a new coat of paint. with each ripple, the water issues an insistent invitation. …and, with each step, fragments of clothing find new resting spots in the tall green grass… the cool embrace welcomes me, one foot at a time… i watch clouds of muddy magic drift up and… Keep Reading
i don’t recall being ‘regular’ during the first several years of my cycle. it could have been just an initial bodily adjustment curve, or that i dabbled in birth control for a small stretch during my younger years, but it wasn’t entirely out of the norm for my body to skip periods altogether or for them to considerably vary in duration and/or intensity. it wasn’t until i began the practice… Keep Reading