Moon Time Nurturing

I’m a sight to see. Actually, not at all. I’d probably avoid you for the rest of my life if you saw me today. Unless you are my boyfriend. He has seen me. Poor guy.

Today is the first day of my moon. I have a new habit now that I am unemployed. On the first day of my period I don’t go anywhere if I don’t have to. I have a t-shirt I wear that has the outline of a Goddess on it. I have comfy, old, worn pajama bottoms that I bring out only at this time. I put on my mooning outfit and settle in for a day of comfort at home. You might be wondering, why is she sharing that? I am wondering the same thing, too.

Now, I want to write because I promised myself I would, but I feel sad and forlorn. (That’s a great word.)

In this state, let me be frank. I started my day at 4 a.m. I could not sleep and I had a pounding headache. I finally surrendered and went to the guest room to attempt to sleep there. No happening.

A bath sounded the most nurturing, so I scrubbed the tub first (my boyfriend uses that shower a lot) and then ran a bath, poured in geranium natural bath salts (this brand of bath salts are one of my favorites, great to take along on vacations) and soaked. I think that was the best part of my day. I love baths, it’s the greatest gesture of nurturing, alone time.

After the bath, I meditated for 25 minutes.  I got that I really need to move my body more. And meditate more. It really does always feel so good. Then, raspberry tea, which is great for moon time, coupled with three pages of stream of consciousness writing in my journal.

After that, I did tapping. If you aren’t familiar with Emotional Freedom Technique, do check it out. I highly recommend it. Today I did this one with Brad Yates and I cried all the way through. I don’t know if it was cause it’s my time of the month, or that I really resonated with him when he said, “I am rich and I choose to deeply love and accept and forgive myself and any of the people in my life who caused me to doubt myself.”

Finally, I spent way too long on my computer staring into cyberspace looking for lost soul parts. Or something like that. Oh yeah, and there was that half-hour or so where I looked at that girl’s photos, the one who slept with my ex, and compared myself to her. It sucked. Do not do that!

Now, I am watching Bridget Jones Diary because it makes me laugh and indulges something about my frumpy feminine side.

Well, it’s back to my movie, tea time, and general, all-around red tent nurturing. Tomorrow, I shall re-emerge renewed. How do you nurture yourself when you need it most?

P.S. I made a collage today too!

xo,

Rachel, Red Tent, Claire.

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