Wednesday was the new moon. My menstrual cycles – the first since I gave birth this spring – started on last month’s dark moon, and I anticipate this month’s to begin any day now. Fitting, but bittersweet all the same since there will be no more babies (clearly, two very early and fragile births is enough). And while I didn’t miss this visitor, who has never been monthly for me….there’s power here. A powerful symbol of life and death and everything in between; a powerful magical tool.
The Dianic priestess I originally trained under was sure we were all meant to bleed with the mother at the full moon. She felt that the most appropriate thing to do with that blood was to sit on the earth and bleed under the full moon. Clearly, she and I have some differences of opinion, and one of those is in what to do, ritually speaking, with moontime blood.
We also have some differing opinions on how one’s cycles ought to align with the universe. There’s some folks who think that the full moon coincides with ovulation, for example, thus making the dark moon the time to bleed. And if the waxing moon is the time to bring things in to our life, that matches more with the first weeks after your period – the body is making things ready for the creation of life, ready to nurture the embryo if it forms.
Big, Dark, and Scary likes some odd offerings, but menstrual blood and dark rum or bourbon seem to be her favorites. And the dark moon is great for banishing old things so new ones can take their place. So this month, I’m asking for the road ahead to be smooth – at the very least, mark all the turns and keep the path well lit, even on dark nights like this.