I got my period at about 4am this morning, 2 days after winter solstice and the day after a full moon. the sybolism of it all, the kismet of it all. i've ended up going inwards in a way I don't often during my period. i welcomed her instead of groaning under the effort. i've decided to see it as cleansing, grounding, enveloping, slowing. i coccooned myself and treated myself right. i dragged my mattress into the garden and stared at the sky for 3 hours. i did """self care""". i feel good. i feel grateful to women who came before me and battled this with less than I have.
