Becoming a Wild Daughter of the Great Mother It was under the new moon in April many moons ago that I truly saw my menstrual blood for the first time. Even though I was about to turn 42, I’d never given my menstruation much attention – navigating it each month like most of us have for generations – as an inconvenience, a taboo and part of “the curse”. But when I consciously connected with my moon blood for the first time – held it, painted with it, and returned it back to the earth – it felt like my womb, …
