10 Things Tuesday. It is not happening right now.


1.On my walk this morning I found the shady spot beneath the trees where the view meets the mountains and felt the wind on my skin till it formed goosebumps.

2. I am taking a break from reading death books – for now. I am alive now and I feel that my focus on death does indeed bring me alive in many regards; however, I also sense that it is paralyzing me from moving forward because I am over questioning what is worth my time.

3. Go deep so that you rise with no depth not met. Many feelings are symptoms of a truth your spirit is revealing. It’s okay to not fix your emotions but to live alongside of them. Others will want you to fix them because it makes them uncomfortable. Make space for all feelings and then they won’t take up so much room.

4. I am opening the door to new inspiration.

5. Excuses. I’m shining a light on you.

6. Life is but a mix of our perspective and our projections. You can change them.

7. Many things we think matter don’t really matter, and many things we don’t think about much matter a whole lot.

8. Ask yourself, “is this a need, a want, or an obligation?” Sometimes it’s all three because it’s an obligation to yourself. That’s when you know it really matters.

9. Worrying about being selfish is actually being selfish. It is your duty to meet your own needs. It is not selfish.

10. New mantra – It is NOT happening right now and so I will not allow myself to feel the feelings as if it were happening. Attempting to feel them ahead of time does not prepare me.

…Do tell me something in the comments, sweet lady!…I love connecting with you there.


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10 things Tuesday. Craving beauty.


  1. I’m craving beauty. In all things.
  2. Someday is elusive. Act today.
  3.  Love is the greatest act of bravery, the greatest expression of courage in a spirit, I believe. In the words of my hubby, “If love was a stock on Wall Street it’d be the best investment anyone could make. But you’d have to keep it for the rest of your life to see the return.”  (found in my journal notes from 1.10.16)
  4. I love Anne Lamott’s prayer (in Traveling Mercies) where she prays for help to figure out how to stop living in the problem and move into the solution. Simple. Brilliant. Beautiful.
  5. And her other point (also in Traveling Mercies), passed down from someone, that when a lot seems to be going wrong at once it is but a distraction in order to protect something big and lovely trying to be born.
  6. Sometimes I want to delete every word I’ve written here because more honest words are written in the pages of my journal, because when I don’t nurture this space I feel distant from it and scrutinize what I may have shared, because I’m shape-shifting and I concern myself with the way old me’s melt into new me’s.
  7. Finding the me in mothering (and wifing) feels tricky right now.
  8. Making real friends as adults is sticky territory. In search of fostering current and new friendships where we can bare deeper truths about ourselves.
  9. Growing pains are real.
  10. Josh will be backpacking for a week in the upcoming future and my Mom will be coming to visit for some of those days. This is a big deal. And one I am so grateful for.

Tell me, love, in the comments below, something that’s true for YOU. I’d love it.


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Beginning again// Now and later// Aloneness// Kairos// Hypocrite

I keep trying to rally myself to get back into the groove of blogging. I want to be here, but all my words seem to go and stay in my journal anymore.  I keep thinking I’ll edit one of the blog posts I’ve attempted to write since my sabbatical, but instead I re-read the long winded messy expressions of myself and feel exhausted.

What you’ll find below is blurbs from the eight blog posts I’ve started (since a few weeks ago) but haven’t finished. I’ve deleted thousands of words and distilled it down to some sort of point(s) I was aiming at, an unedited winded ramble on aloneness, and a few bits of this and that.

It’s ultimately a mess – one big emotional blogged diarrhea – but it’s a relief to share something after the blogging constipation I was experiencing 😉


8/1 Rentry begins.

Mostly what remains is a feeling of space and a desire for more summer dips in these mountain waters.

I spent a lot of time lingering in the thoughts that I typically spend some time in.

Pondering the duality of the here and now vs the then and later.

When I met Josh I was 18, an obsessive compulsive young woman with a lot of inner self respect that I was only learning I could give stage to.

He was 20, processing an adulthood he’d never been prepared for and an adamacy of self respect that needed fine tuning.

He was worried about the future to a fault and I was the butterfly that drew him back to the now over and over again, preaching that today was what we had and today was what mattered.

Somewhere along the way the future became woven into the past and the now and I became muddled in the merging of the two.

I still believe now is what matters most, but I see that the future matters too, because it is now that I am preparing for the future I hope to live in and ultimately leave behind.

I worry I’m failing or stalling or over analyzing life when I am living so many uncertainties, and I worry when I fall into it and think about it all too much.

But it’s what I do.

Life feels like the tightrope of giving all you have to what’s alive and in front of you in case it changes on a dime, and preparing as if you’ll have a future that opens to make room for all that you dream could be.

My Mom often tells me to stop counting.

As in to stop counting time.

But it’s the counting that keeps me honest.

It’s the counting – the limit on this particular life – that is dissolving the resentment and growth and sharp edges that come with growing up with your lover and counting on yourself and your husband for everything because you’ve never felt you could count on anyone else.

It’s the counting that makes me say yes, that makes me aware, that makes me choose what matters, that gives me patience for later and for now.

It’s the counting that tallies the small moments into wealth.

It’s the counting that keeps me from wishing my life away, as if something better than what I have now is up ahead. (Are you, too, floored when you look back on your life five years ago and compare it to now – all you’ve done and seen and lived and dreamed and made come true? I laugh because five years ago if I knew I’d have all I have now I’d have thought I nearly made it – and now I have to step into gratitude of it over and over again because I inevitably want more now that I am here.)

Because what is life if we aren’t living it as if our time is almost over and as if time will go on for decades more?

Sometimes it all slays me into a standstill.

The uncertainty.

Hibernating myself in so many choices.

That damn fine line that lives between so many things.

And what’s simultaneously frustrating and liberating is that living wholeheartedly in just one space never seems right. It seems we must live in both to live a full life.


-There is said to be two types of time (thanks to the Greeks). Chronos and kairos. Chronos time is sequential time – time that is measured by the clock, whereas kairos time is a moment of time – time that is measured by moments. Kairos time is those moments of utter awareness, aliveness and absorption – where time is not being measured, where time stands still. I like to believe that as long as you are experiencing many moments of kairos time then you are living life with heart.

-Letting something go doesn’t mean it disappears from the universe. It just means it disappears from your life.

-You have to be ruthless or you will spend your precious life hours on things that distract you from what truly matters to you.

-What’s interesting when you consume the internet is that it doesn’t always seem like much when you are absorbing it in smaller doses each day – 20 minutes here, 15 minutes there, half an hour…But when you give up the internet for a lengthy amount of time and then come back to it, and make attempts to catch up on all the things you usually do in nine days – in one day – the awareness is profound. You can see how much of your life is really spent maintaining an online world.

-Sometimes I feel like the ultimate hypocrite. A wild mix of sensitive and sassy, benevolent and bitchy, carefree and chaotic. At times I want to shame myself for this, but aren’t we all hypocritical?  “Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes. “-Walt Whitman

-I spend too much time in wishy washy mode. Wasting precious energy of life on decision making – waiting, putting off, not acting. I’m learning to make decisions with greater ease. To act. To do the things that I need to do in order to receive and create the things I want to receive and create.


It’s painful how hard it can feel to find my alone,

sometimes I’m mad for a lengthy patch of time where no one speaks to me and I speak to no one, it feels near impossible in my home, but sometimes, some days, rarely but some, I need space and I flail around inside like a fish on land, desperate for breath that only comes with space that allows the air around me to be for only my own inhale,

I’ll hole up in the room, leaving Josh to man the house and home and each time the bedroom door gets opened or I reveal myself to pee or eat everyone flocks to me as if they were dehydrated and I was their liquid gold,

their temptation to turn the knob or knock their knuckles on the door overpowers them, though as they age they do it less and less, more fully understanding Mom is asking for something she obviously needs,

Josh like someone in an awkward social situation, unsure what to do when I am unavailable to him, pacing back and forth between trying to leave me be and wanting to curl up in my space,

all because of love,

the same love for myself that asks me to give myself the alone I crave,

over the years I have learned to weave bits of alone into my day, mostly my morning journaling time and a walk alone,

sometimes my day comes to an end and brings with it a deep desire to crawl to my side of the bed and stare into a book or hold close pen and paper,

Josh sitting next to me, willing me to look at him,

he just wants my glance, my attention, he’s not asking me to straddle him or spread my legs or talk for endless minutes, usually he just wants me to put down whatever is in front of me and bring our eyes to meet, just a wisp of my undivided attention and sometimes I am so bitter to give it, because I just want myself,

and then I am racked with guilt because I, who spends much of my life energy questioning the snatch of time and life, wish to make all moments meaningful,

despite if our eyes and bodies already met a dozen times during the day,

and yet I find myself so human,

so withdrawn, so achingly willing myself into a corner of aloneness that feels naughty and like a betrayal of those who love me,

forgetting that sometimes – oftentimes- I’m so available to those who love me that it’s ok to need only myself,

yesterday I sit talking to someone in all her alone glory, gloating in her freedom and lack of interruption,

and I thought you have no idea, none,

I prefer this life shared in love, but a little alone is certainly something I have to remember how to do over and over again.


I wrap my legs around his waist and set my head against his heart. I just want to hear his heartbeat. To hear the pulse of his being alive.

I cry as I move the clothes from the washer to dryer, as I lower my panties to pee, as I turn on my side to stillness.

I look around the house and feel submerging grief that not all of this will last. That it cant last.

Craving changes and sameness in the same breath.

A life so full of so much love and ridiculous amounts of laughter that I could collapse under it all and call it a life well lived if it ended today.


I sometimes wonder how and why I need to have these lengthy confusing rambles (within and written) of dealing with all the intricacies of life, how I can feel like the most tender creation questioning all the pain of life and loss and time and meaning and whys and why nots.

But I do and I will continue to…

Because certainly all we really can do is to tell our own truth, not only so we live in truth, but so that others can find themselves sharing this human experience of complexities, in hopes that that we all feel a little less messy.



love to you ladies who share in these words,

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A Sabbatical of Sorts

moonI’ve got a handful of things to tend to here within this screen staring back at me and then I’m closing up my laptop and putting pause on the internet for a 9 day sabbatical of sorts.

It’s quite common for me to step away from the internet for a lengthyish period of time and I typically incorporate a couple breaks into the year; however, it’s been a good while since I withdrew in its entirety.

I don’t do this because the internet is a bad place and I need to abstain from it. I do it because it feels right to step away from it and step more fully into myself.


Sometimes all the consumption the internet offers creates confusion with my instincts.

I’ve just spent weeks facilitating She Cycles and I’d like to pull back and clarify what’s next.

My birthday is happening during this sabbatical and so I’m looking forward to freshening my spirit as I begin a new orbit around the sun. I plan to do all my normal self care-ish tasks with more presence, journal more, spend a lot of time in the kitchen meal prepping/jam making/tomato preserving, hike, enjoy some fun spontaneous outings, spruce up the garden, finish a painting project, read extra chapters aloud to the kiddos, read myself for long passages of time, take my daily walks without a podcast in my ears, declutter (because, well, that’s who I am), gather some clarity on the many ideas of my blog, hash out August’s budget and meal plan, and generally have a distraction free nine days with my people.

Basically all my normal things, but without the lure of the world wide web.


Essentially I’m withdrawing to regroup and recalibrate this precious being of mine.

I share to encourage you to do the same sometime soon. I know it seems impossible to walk away from the internet. I’ve spent the past few days (and today) preparing in different ways so that I can do this and I understand for many people this isn’t possible for work reasons.

However, perhaps you can consider breaking from the internet in all ways but the critical ways…work only. No social media (gasp!), no browsing, no aimlessly clicking or using your phone as an easy distraction from something that’d be much more richer. Consider a day or a weekend if you feel that’s all you can make happen currently.

In today’s world, one of being always and forever connected, I truly believe that withdrawing into yourself and the things around you with a greater presence can spiffy our spirits in a powerful way.

Do consider, lovely lady, and I’ll see you on the other side!


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Talking About Death

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Death moves me. Staying close to the reality of it is one of the ways I truly feel the aliveness of my breath. To remember that breath leaves our bodies, in traumatic ways, in shocking ways, in slow ways, reminds me that I am alive now.

We will all face the loss of those we love and the loss of our life as we currently know it. This fills me with so many feelings I misplace and massage my way through, but mostly it fills me with a truth.

It’s something I must think about and make space for because I’m leery of a life lived in denial or detachment of it – waiting until it’s staring me down with no way out. It’s a path I feel like I must walk toward so it doesn’t sneak up on me like an unfathomable cavity that I fall into.

This book felt like it was written for that pulsating and persistent longing in me that simply must remain close to the reality of death. Reading it has been a mix of can’t-read-it-fast-enough and a very tearful, tender and slow digestion of such soul written words. Highly, highly recommended for everyone, but definitely for the kindred spirits that are drawn to death.

“Unlike our ancestors, who knew death intimately and were reminded of it regularly, we are so insulated from death that we sometimes forget it even occurs and are stunned when confronted with it. But we need this knowledge, that death is real and unavoidable. Futile battles and the awkward silences often occur simply because something in us refuses to believe that death can happen, that we don’t control it, and we can’t stop it. We have to accept, in whatever way we can, the reality and randomness of death, before we can change the way in which it occurs.

There is no need to obsess about death or sit in constant dread of it. We simply need to be aware of it. Not just as some biological fact, but as a deeply felt truth, as a part of our lives and who we are. We need to be aware that we will die and that all the people who are important to us will die. Aware that even as we color our hair and tone our bodies and try to smooth out our wrinkles, that this is a game, a pretense. We are mortal. All of us.

This awareness, present in the background of our lives, will enable us to think and speak more easily about death. It will help us to be a little more prepared, a little less surprised by it when we are confronted with it. And it will help us to change the way we die because it will change the way we live. It will affect all that we are, and all that we bring to the experience.

This is the bonus of this work, the magic we never expected; for studying the art of dying teaches us a second lesson, ars vivendi, the art of living. The reality of death – if we can see it, if we can resist the temptation to shut it out, close our eyes, and plug our ears – awakens us. It reminds us, loud and clear: This is your life. Whatever you are going to make of it, do with it, get out of it, is happening right now.”



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insta glimpse/update July ’16

Periodically I am sharing a few of my Instagram photos and captions/quotes in a single blog post for the lovely ladies who read my blog but do not follow along on Instagram…Oftentimes, I use Instagram to share many of the in-between moments of blog posting…


My son made it home early this morning from Scout camp. We were really late to the ‘sleepover club’ and, at 13, this was the first time I spent more than two nights away from him. I thought it’d be really hard on me – there were definitely tears – but what I’ve learned is that, in many things, when your child is ready to do something than you have to be ready too, or you risk holding them back. I find strength to let go in that. After four nights of camp they offered a parent’s night. It was all kinds of heartwarming & bittersweetness to show up and witness him in his independence, confidence and capacity. It was this mix of grief and absolute pride. This holding on and letting go. This feeling that as a parent you’re doing something right coupled with the overwhelming reality that the unfolding of time is happening and that you cannot stop it. The passage of time is often scary, but I try to trust that if I stay present then I can fully enjoy each phase before it morphs into another. Because when my sensitive heart wanders to the reality that for all these years my kids have been *my* life and, suddenly -for him- I’ve gotten the first lesson that really it’s *their* life and I am simply a part of it (thankfully, a very important part) it’s a big meal to digest.

animal love

Animals teach us about a whole other layer of love.


“You have to find a mother inside yourself. We all do. Even if we already have a mother, we still have to find this part of ourselves inside.” -Sue Monk Kidd

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Over 15 years and I can say – with all the sincerity I’ve got – I love him more. Not because it’s inevitable. Not because it’s simple. Or easy. Because anyone who has ever truly loved knows it’s hard. So flipping hard. But when you share that much story with someone, that much life, that much depth & death, the love has no choice but to deepen.


Slowly and lovingly preparing the She Cycles swag bags for my ladies! Snail mail is so so good!


“Putting things off is the biggest waste of life: it snatches away each day as it comes, and denies us the present by promising us the future. The greatest obstacle to living is expectancy, which hangs upon tomorrow and loses today. You are arranging what lies in Fortune’s control, and abandoning what lies in yours. What are you looking at? To what goal are you straining? The whole future lies in uncertainty: live immediately.” -Seneca


I often exist in a bubble, avoiding news, keeping all avenues of entryway possible closed. Because my own tenderness and sensitivities make it hard to stay soft and present in such a beautiful and yet deeply harsh world. I am broken open by the news of the Orlando shooting and am both softened and hardened in heart, and deeply confused at such pain. Love is love is love, no matter who shares it, and stories like this – held within the walls of life and politics and separation, and within the battles of beliefs and countries and dividedness – break us in their ugliness and their sheer void of love. But, like always, humans come together and rise in love, because love is love is love…the heartbeat of life and the lifeblood of continuing life woven in such overwhelming grief and trauma and hatredness. May we grieve the bloodshed of this story, holding hands in spirit with all who are broken by such coldness…and then choose love, because it is clear that holding love in our hearts for all those on their knees in pain today – because they are the lovers and sisters and brothers and mothers and fathers and grandparents and dear family & friends of those whose lives were taken – is what they need. And we need it too.


I’m a long time fan of using coconut oil as a daily moisturizer and honey as an occasional face wash/mask, but a couple months ago I discovered mixing the two…and holy edible goodness – it is an exquisite moisturizing face cream wash!
Make sure your coconut oil is at that perfect soft temperature and then mix 1/8 cup of it with 1 Tablespoon of honey. Wipe on moist face, let sit briefly and then rinse with warm water.
Lick fingers. Feel radiant. Thank the bees


“Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor, the enemy of the people. It will keep you cramped and insane your whole life…I think perfectionism is based on the obsessive belief that if you run carefully enough, hitting each stepping-stone just right, you won’t have to die. The truth is that you will die anyway and that a lot of people who aren’t even looking at their feet are going to do a whole lot better than you, and have a lot more fun while they’re doing it.” -Anne Lamott


Spent most of the day on the river yesterday. With a whole gaggle of homeschooled friends. These days are hardcore reminders of what a blessing homeschooling is. It means everyday is like summertime. It means we play and plan and learn by our own rules. It means fresh air and sunshine is greater than (>) closed windows and chalked numbers. It means a full life and a loved life. It means more than any math could add up. It’s a good life. And literally one of the greatest mothering decisions I ever made.


“…it is during that time that we bring all aspects of self to bear at one point in time, and we poll them, inquire of them, finding out what they/we/soul wishes right now…There are many aspects of our lives for us to assess on a continuing basis: habitat, work, creative life, family, mate, children, mother/father, sexuality, spiritual life, and so on…The measurement used in this assessment is simple: What needs less? And: What needs more?”  -Clarissa Pinkola Estes


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Interview with Faith Evans-Sills

This is one of a series of interviews where women share about their relationship with their menstrual cycle. I am entirely grateful and humbled that they’ve not only taken the time (within their busy lives) but that they’ve let us in, so that we may all find ourselves somewhere in connection with the many stories shared. Thank you!

Faith Evans-Sills

Faith is someone I “met” in my early days of joining Instagram. She’s a painter, mother, traveler, teacher, and thoroughly beautiful woman.

We have danced around the idea of meeting up in person a couple times – she has family that lives in my neck of the woods near Asheville, NC, but at this point in time we haven’t met yet.

If you don’t yet know Faith, find her immediately in her online world. You’ll be so inspired by her gentle nature and beautiful art.

Faith Evans-Sills

What was your experience of your first menstrual cycle? Were you prepared and how did it make you feel?

I was not prepared at all for my first menstrual cycle and it was a pretty traumatic experience. Prior to having my first period my mother had once pulled me aside and showed me some menstrual pads and how to put them in underwear, but she had not at all explained what would happen. So, it came as a scary surprise to wake up one morning a few weeks shy of my 12th birthday with blood covering my underwear and pajamas. I vaguely knew that this was my “period” and I felt deep shame, like I had done something wrong. My family was living in Argentina at the time and we were on a trip in the countryside, staying on a farm and riding horses. I didn’t know what to do, and I thought that the blood would go away, so I just stuffed my underwear with lots of toilet paper and hoped that the blood would finish that day. Obviously it didn’t, it kept coming for days, and the flow got heavier. It was very stressful to keep stuffing more and more toilet paper in my underwear and try to hide it from my family. It started to leak onto my underwear, and began to leak onto my pants despite my efforts. That was when my mother noticed, after a few days. When she asked me about it I showed her the pile of blood stained clothing that I was hiding and didn’t know what to do with, I felt such fear and shame and she was angry with me for not telling her right away which made it all worse. Such a sad memory for me to look back on. I felt shame about my period for years.


What has your experience of menstruation been as a woman?

Ever since that first time I have had a super regular cycle, every 28 days sometimes to the very hour. So, that’s 30 years of menstruation, bleeding every month except those months when I was pregnant and nursing (my period resumed at about 11 months after each of my babies). Menstruation felt annoying to me as a teenager and young woman. Just something to get through, an inconvenience and something to manage. I also struggled with strong cramps for years, so that was an enforced rest time for me, I didn’t have to miss school but I definitely would feel sluggish and had to honor that. When my husband and I started to think about have children I began charting my cycle and that opened my mind wide open to the amazing complexity of what my body was doing each month. As I paid more attention to my body I began to honor my cycle more.

How do you currently feel about your menstrual cycle?

After I had my first child in 2004 my attitude towards my cycle changed. I just felt such awe for what my body had done with growing and delivering my baby, and I couldn’t help but see the beauty and magic inherent in the cycle that had led to the growth of my child. I started to see also that there was a feeling of deep magic that I had touched or tapped into surrounding menstruation and childbirth…the idea that I bled every month but didn’t die, that it actually made me feel more alive as a woman, all of that started to feel powerful once I began to really think about it and feel a connection to women throughout the ages. I had my last child in 2012, knowing that he is my last has helped my attitude change towards my body again, I now feel an attitude of thanks towards my body and I care for it as such. I am 42 now and I understand that my body is all that I have, it has birthed my three beautiful children, it loves my husband, and in many ways I try to show my body how thankful I am. This extends to my current feeling about my cycle, which is still regular as ever. After having babies I no longer suffer from menstrual cramps but I still make an effort to go slower at that time, to offer myself more self care and to be gentle with my body and emotions.

What is one way you currently try to respect your cycle?

As I mentioned I go slower, I allow myself to “feel” things deeply as I tend to at that time of the month, and I give those feelings a place of honor. I take time to notice, both what I am feeling and thinking. I see as I get older that every signal from my body and mind are messages, and I am choosing to pay attention.

If you are a mother how do you honor your own body rhythms alongside of the pace of motherhood?

The pace of motherhood is relentless, I feel it especially these days while I still have a toddler (my youngest son is 3) and also a pre-teen with my oldest son getting close to 12! Then my daughter just turned 9 so I am really conscious these days of the messages that I am giving her about menstruation and how to help her navigate these years as she approaches early womanhood! So, I do work to integrate my own needs, for relaxation and mental space, in with motherhood but it is a constantly evolving process. As most mamas I tend to always put my children’s needs first, so there is a constant dance of coming back to and remembering my own needs. When I am feeling more tired and emotional in the days surrounding my cycle I work to honor and pay attention to that, to sit down longer with a cup of tea, to give myself more time to paint, to say yes to sitting with my children and reading.


Thank you, dearly, Faith! xx


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Interview with Jessica Sparks-Mussulin of Moontree Apothecaries

This is one of a series of interviews where women share about their relationship with their menstrual cycle. I am entirely grateful and humbled that they’ve not only taken the time (within their busy lives) but that they’ve let us in, so that we may all find ourselves somewhere in connection with the many stories shared. Thank you!

Jessica Moontree Apothecaries

I had the pleasure of meeting Jessica through the Southeast Wise Women Herbal Conference four years ago!

She is a gardener, herbalist, stonalist and the creatrix of the most beautiful apothecary allies. There’s something about her energy that drew me in the first time I met her!

Enjoy this interview and make sure to connect with her around the internet town!

Moontree Apothecaries

What was your experience of your first menstrual cycle? Were you prepared and how did it make you feel?

My first menstrual cycle is now a classic story in my family. My parents were divorced and I was at my dad’s house for the weekend. I thought I started my period but I wasn’t 100% sure. Looking back, I don’t know what was so confusing about it! But rather than talk to my dad about it (I don’t know if I was more nervous of my potential embarrassment or his), I just kept quiet and made myself pads out of toilet paper. At one point my dad loudly asked my sister and I, “Why are we going through so much toilet paper? It’s like you girls are eating it!”. I kept quiet as to why the toilet paper was mysteriously disappearing. When I got back to my mom’s house on Sunday night, her best friend was over and I told them. They jumped off the couch, cheered, cried, and then ran out the door to the store to “get you supplies”.

I had talked to my mom about it years prior to starting my menstrual cycle so I had some idea of what to expect. I remember feeling very shy and quiet about all of it, and yet a bit relieved because my friends had all started their cycles.

What has your experience of menstruation been as a woman?

As a woman my experience of menstruation has been very powerful. I enjoy the rhythm of my body but the unpredictability is really difficult. I was diagnosed with endometriosis in my early twenties and before that I had already been in pain for years. Each month is different, with some being extremely painful to where I am unable to leave my house. From my knees to my neck, everything joint and muscle is inflamed and painful for 3-5 days. I have worked with Western medicine, herbalism, acupuncture, nutrition, and a list of many others in order to try to ease the pain, but with no success. The most relief I find is with stone medicine and I have been working more intensely with it to ease me through the pain.

How do you currently feel about your menstrual cycle?

I am trying to plan my life around my cycles, knowing that there will be days that staring at a wall and crying is all I am capable of, and that other days I will be vibrant and full of energy. I am just now learning to plan my projects and interactions with the world around my personal energy cycle.

Endometriosis is a tricky thing for me to wrap my head around. Normal endometrial tissue is acting exactly how it should be, thickening, breaking down, and bleeding each month. The problem is, it isn’t all in the uterus. It can accumulate in joints, form adhesions, and form scar tissue. Your body will leave the endometrial tissue alone because it is normal, just in the wrong place. So here I have a perfectly normal acting body and cells that are perfectly normal, some of them are just in the wrong places. Things are healthy, just misplaced. And that is what I am recently trying to wrap my head around. In trying to control the pain in my endometriosis, it feels like I am waging a battle against parts of me, my cells, that are perfectly healthy and doing what they are naturally programmed to do. It doesn’t feel like a natural battle to wage. So how do I deal with extreme pain for 3-5 days at a time, when no natural treatments have worked, and my body is perfectly healthy? I work with these feelings all the time and continue to evolve in this relationship with my body.

What is one way you currently try to respect your cycle?

At home I am an herbalist and artist. I also recognize that my Moontime is the most powerful time for me to make herbal medicines and dream up creative projects, infusing both with a magic I can only access during that time.

Out of my home I work a M-F, 9-5 office job. Although it is not always possible, when I can manage to, I take the first day off of my Moontime. I dream of the days of Red Tents and the quiet seclusion they would have offered. I try to create that for myself.

I work around my cycle without judgement. I love moving and being productive. To lay on the couch and stare at a wall, or watch a movie to distract me from pain, those acts of surrender are difficult for me but I am learning how that fallow time is important for my body and active mind.

The only things that have ever helped the pain were Western medicines- birth control pills, and prescription hormone suppressants. It has been over 7 years since I have used any of those modalities for pain relief. I honor my body and respect my cycle by not subjecting myself to the side effects that those medicines cause. By sitting in the pain, going to deep dark places while in pain, and trusting that it can’t last forever and I will emerge from it.

If you are a mother how do you honor your own body rhythms alongside of the pace of motherhood?

Although I am not a biological mother, I have a dear husband, wonderful family, and snuggly cats. I have learned to voice my needs and set boundaries with respect to my body rhythms. There are times when I literally can’t muster up the energy to talk or take care of anyone else. Over the years I have kindly taught everyone how to take care of me and respect my boundaries and limitations during my Moontime. We try our hardest to make it a time of rest for both my husband and I in our home.

Thank you, dearly, Jessica! xx

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My thoughts on THINX


It’s not common for me to advertise things on my blog or to my readers, but, I recently jumped on the THINX bandwagon and they got a big ole’ thumbs up from me!

So, what do ladies do when they find an amazing thing? They share with other ladies!

Quite honestly, I’d feel like a turd to not tell you about such a cool product when I’m already on the menstrual cycle bandwagon with She Cycles circling again, and all the menstrual cycle interviews lately!

THINX  are known as ‘period panties’, and serve as a method of menstrual blood collection, or as a backup method to tampons and menstrual cups.

They’ll hold up to two tampon’s worth of blood, depending on which absorbency you choose, and they have a great variety of styles, from hip huggers to boy shorts to thongs (though the only time I wore thongs was in my twenties – now I prefer to keep things out of my ass crack :)).

I used mine to “free flow”, vs. as a backup, and it was lovely and liberating!

They’re pretty, comfortable and didn’t leak one bit!

If all that isn’t jazzy enough, many of you know how I feel about standard menstrual options (hello cramps and rashes and toxins and environmental baggage), and that I’m already a huge fan of cloth pads and menstrual cups, so it seemed quite natural to give these pretty panties a try and add them to my arsenal of menstrual goodness! I’m so glad I did!

THINX is not the first, nor the only, company creating period panties; however I love that they are committed to breaking the taboo around menstruation, hire women in Sri Lanka to make the panties, and also donate to AFRIpads – supporting woman entrepreneurship and helping keep girls in school!

What’s not to love!?

When you buy your first pair, by clicking here, you’ll get $10 off plus free shipping! Pretty groovy!

After you click the link it will say your pal (I’m your pal!) gave you $10! Click the sign up link and join, and you’ll receive a code emailed to you for $10 off! Woot woot!

{And in full disclosure I also get $10 credit for recommending them to you! After you buy and try and like you can recommend them to friends, and then you’ll both get $10 so you can keep the panty collecting going if you wish!}

Uncertain? No worries – they back them up with a risk free guarantee! Not happy with them? They refund yo’ money!

Let me know if you try them out and what you think!

Yay for healthier menstrual cycles!


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Interview with Sophia Rose of La Abeja Herbs

This is one of a series of interviews where women share about their relationship with their menstrual cycle. I am entirely grateful and humbled that they’ve not only taken the time (within their busy lives) but that they’ve let us in, so that we may all find ourselves somewhere in connection with the many stories shared. Thank you!


I believe I first came upon Sophia Rose’s existence when she left a darling comment on my blog, and later had the honor of connecting with her through a woman’s circle of mine.

She’s an herbalist, folk healer, teacher, and creator of many beautiful offerings! A true beauty all around.

Do enjoy the interview and make sure to connect with her through her many internet nests.

La Abeja Herbs
Moon Medicine Offerings (I cannot even handle the beauty of her steaming stool!).

What was your experience of your first menstrual cycle? Were you prepared and how did it make you feel?

I began my period right before my eleventh birthday. I remember the moment vividly, though my reaction has mostly escaped me. I walked home from school without telling anyone and my mother left work to bring me tampons. There was very little explanation or fanfare to be had, though this was characteristic of what I recall of most of my childhood and adolescence so it did not seem odd. In retrospect, I wish that I had been offered more of a conceptual framework for even marking the moment in my own small way. All I can recall now though, is the cement walls of the playground bathroom and the cool scent of the oak trees and concrete.

What has your experience of menstruation been as a woman?

I love my Moontime. It is the most precious few days of each month for me. It is the time when I am able to turn my gaze inward and and take time to replenish my inner reservoirs. Without this cyclical time for rest, I find my energy and focus waning and my interest in the outer world beginning to feel like an unnatural burden. When I take time for rest and introspection and for just doing me, each time I bleed, my life comes much more naturally into balance and my work takes on a quality of excitement and joyousness rather than feeling as a burden.

How do you currently feel about your menstrual cycle?

I am longing for more time to devote to my personal Moonlodge. I have been living in Austin, TX – my hometown – for the last nine months and my life has been more full and busy than ever before. am so grateful for the increased interest in my work, my business, and the opportunities I’ve had to connect with my family and friends while I’ve been here, however I am looking forward to this Summer when I have to find time and space for some deep rest and inner listening. I want to spend more time in hot water and hot springs, bleeding upon the Earth alongside the plants and flowers I love and which sustain me. I am longing to give back.

What is one way you currently try to respect your cycle?

Currently, I take time away from email during my Moon. It is a small thing, but I have a specific Moondloge Auto-response that lets folks know that I will be taking longer than normal to get back with them and why that is. I do what I can to respectfully educate my friends, my family, and my colleagues in a way that they can understand that I hope will give many of them permission to take their own time for much needed rest – whether they are in bodies that bleed or not!

Thank you, dearly, Sophia Rose. xx


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