Our blood is our birthright. Our blood connects us to all the women before us since time began. Our blood heals. Our blood helps us to remember our connection to the cyclical nature of all that is. Our blood is a messenger, an oracle, a muse.

For too long, we have forgotten what she feels like; what it feels like to be held by her.

For too long, they have kept her from us.

This was the moment I knew I would say yes to this path; this path of remembering the ancient divine feminine arts, of reclaiming my power and role as a mystic in this lifetime.