Cycling as a Devotional Practice

Remembering the sacred cycle of the womb and claiming the path of divine womanhood.

When we bring presence into the subliminal spaces of our lives, everything awakens with spirit. Suddenly, one begins to live within a deeper centeredness and awareness of all that goes on within and around, through many dimensions. When we look at a thing, we no longer just see it with our eyes, we see the multitude of all that it is, we hear the stories it tells and witness its entirety. When we bring in this kind of presence within our womb cycles as women, as gatekeepers of life and stewards of spirit, the entirety of our beingness comes alive with rich stories. We are infused with deeper context for ourselves. For the cycles that we move through. The cycles that influence us on so many different levels. We become aware of the greater workings that we co-exist within, that tie us to the moon and stars, to the earth and waters.

It is a humbling remembrance of how we are so deeply guided and influenced by our wombs. When we listen, these rhythmic cycles guide us through energetic and emotional shifts that are suited perfectly to what is needed in each moment. Physiologically supporting our body in clearing and replenishing. It is not only physical processes that hinder or inconvenience us. It is divine guidance that supports us on our path and shows us the light in the darkness. It is processes that have been unfolding for millennia, to reach us here. The keepers of these scriptures were all the women that have walked before us. Who marked the trails and collected the wisdom for us to tap into here. And as we too become keepers, we hold this wisdom to share with the daughters that come after us. Through these cycles, we are brought back to heart. To centre. To source.

The chambers of the womb are the spiralling rhythmic drumbeat of creation. Here we are shown what is heartfully important. The truth unravels itself from the fogs of physicality. One is allowed to ease…..to rest…..to be nourished.  Our cycles provide us with life force. It is the umbilical cord that connects one to source. The codes of the woman. When one chooses to claim this path, the chamber doors open up and the initiation begins.

Cycling as a devotional practice becomes a sacred altar upon which we may pray to the source that has woven this creation. To the grander rhythms playing out all around us, every day. To the rhythms that move us. These cycles that we are a part of, are also a deeply interwoven part of us. It is the memory in our bones, the life in our blood. Cultivating presence within our cyclical natures opens up the mirrors upon the earth. The reflections of us in everything. Reflecting themselves within our wombs. How we flow, how we live and breathe, is the breath of the earth. It is the life and death of the moon. It is the creation of the elements. And so, these beings may come alive as teachers, revealing to us the ancient path. As we dive into the mystery school of our blood chambers, we learn about our place in the stars. About the ancestors that have passed along these memories of blood and moon. We see holograms repeating the same stories again, in endlessly different ways. Suddenly, this cyclical experience becomes a fundamental scripture, as old as time. Our womb comes alive with meaning. We remember how we are infused with something sacred.

It is like hearing the one song which plays through all things. The ever-unfolding spiral that unravels all in her wake. This story of our womb is not a random occurrence, an inanimate process. It is a living intelligence. And this story is not only found in the womb. It is the way the earth cycles. She as our guide has taught us her ways. Of life and death and rebirth. The ways of the moon too lives in our womb. Of the waning in darkness and growing into light. Bringing these kinds of stories into our wombs and cyclical rhythms, we remember how deeply we are a part of all else. We are made up of the same stardust. The same codes of remembrance. The same unfolding rhythm. How a part of it all we are. Our gifts come alive for us to witness and we begin to honour the ways that we rhythm. In harmony with the earth.  All is well within this embrace. Tension softens in a tight belly, and peace is held.

As we move through the rhythms of our cycle, we see the seasons embodied within each moment. The summer held within the fiery, ripe honey dripping from an ovulating pussy. The winter that holds one deep within the stillness of a bleed. We see the moon’s reflection upon the waters of our womb. As she wanes, we follow along, forever guided by the flowing of the cosmos. They are our guides and teachers. Through them, we see our relations as a part of our very bones. Eternally tied in an ever-unfolding, dancing rhythm. Our pussy begins to tell a story of ancient ones bleeding with the darkening moon and making babies under the brightest nights. We remember the primal nature of our animal body, its wildest, and truest yearnings. Its purpose as divine gatekeeper of souls. In this remembrance, we may truly   c l a i m   that role. As we cultivate these spaces of presence, as we stop and listen to these stories, we are offered a hand to join the circle of sacred cycling. We receive the gifts of its awareness. No longer a victim of unconscious movement, but fully present, and fully embodied within all that you are. Conscious, powerful, divine Womanhood.

Connecting with the womb is simple. Yet it also brings up all the challenges and wounded parts of ourselves that for a long time were not wanting to be faced. Here they are asked to be fully seen, processed and integrated into the all that makes up who you are. It looks like noticing how your womb flows and all the things those waters bring up to the surface.

Within the bleed. When do you start your bleed? How long does it last? What does that feel like? What phase is the moon in when you bleed?

Within the follicular phase. How do you feel emerging out of your bleed? When do your juices arrive dripping from your supple portal? How do you catch the wave of your rising energy?

Within ovulation. How do you feel during your ovulation? When do you reach the peak of your fertile mucus? How are your confidence levels?

Within your luteal phase. How do you sit with the energy of death and rest embodied within this phase? Do you allow yourself to face what asks to be seen? How does your energy feel here?

All of these are doorways to peer into the vastness of your womb. All of these are doorways to deeper wisdom and richer story. The stories of you.

This cycle is ancient. It is the source of life. Connecting with it in reverence is remembering the codes that have been passed down to us through our lineage. From the first women who bled and wept and birthed life upon the earth. From the women who walked the path of the moon and sung the songs of the earth. This path is holy. These memories have been delivered to us here. To hold dear. To embody. And to carry on. It is the memories of enrichment. Awakening them within aligns one with the earth and stars. It is living centred in energetic flow. That which honours the moon. The ways of life and death. The ways we rise, the ways we wan, and all things found in between. Forged in truth. One’s own truth. Not the truth of others. Not the truth we have been taught should be ours. But indeed, our very own. It is found whispered in the womb. She holds rich story. Deep remembrance. Ancient memory. The story of creation itself. Listen close and you will hear the beat it drums. It is the beat of all things.