Rose Hoop

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Rose Hoop

Julia Miho Nakamura Photography

Julia Miho Nakamura Photography

🌹 Rose Hoop- Womb Rhythm 🌹

I didn’t grow up steeped in the understanding of the rhythm of wombs. I wasn’t prepared for my life as a woman. And after years of navigating extreme discomfort in my cycle, I knew something had to change. My song was off, I wasn’t in harmony with body. ‘Why is the symphony of my being out of time with itself’ I wondered.

When I began tracking my cycle, things gradually changed. I began to slow down and plan for my moon time. I learned how to organize my schedule (as much as possible) knowing that I would have 4 primary rhythms to my month that I could lean into and entrain with. Each of these rhythms has certain gifts- areas of genius, coherency, functionality and alignment, as well as certain challenges- ways of being that go against the current of the stream. Over time, the more I aligned myself with the natural stride of these rhythms, the less I fought with myself in my natural creative tendencies. I have found value in every stage of creativity, even the ones I used to resist because they didn’t seem ‘productive’ or ‘pleasurable’. Ive found more space to be myself, free of expectations or pressure I’ve put on myself to be a certain way ALL THE TIME. 

Heres what I have learned from the music and the rhythm of the Rose Hoop.

🌹 Rhythm 1~ Rose Bud Blossoming

After I bleed, I have a sudden onset of energy. I regain my focus and clarity. My ‘get sh*t done’ vibes are high, and I’m riding my most rational wavelength. I’ve got a primarily zappy attitude about life, projects, and I make easeful leaps in linear progressions along whatever timelines I’ve set into motion. I can digest the left brained details of the picture, solve logical puzzles with ease, and handle many tasks without losing energy. This is the best time to start the new thing.

🌹 Rhythm 2~ Rose in Full Bloom

When I move towards ovulation, my lusciousness abounds. I am a sensual waterfall of yummy vibes. My awareness of subtle energy and the interconnectedness of life flowers in my heart as a eureka of joy. I’m relaxed, playful, and increasingly loving as the ecstatic energies rise within. I naturally lean towards appreciating beauty. I’m my most relational and accepting of others. I enjoy the cuteness of people, connecting, chatting, collaborating, musing and magic making. I’m day dreamy and snuggly. I love being filled with inspiration, and am pregnant with possibilities. I love being touched and adored. I am my most receptive to the dance of romantic love.

🌹 Rhythm 3~ Rose Moon Waning 

When I move out of ovulation, the wild spark in my eyes increases and my thoughts become more tangled. I start to feel… agitated. Grumpy. Salty. Uncomfortable! Subliminally pondering why I’ve got a case of the ‘feel weirds’ and ‘f*ck that’s’. A once uplifted energy is waning as creative frustration kicks in. Suddenly, waves of subconscious material that I’ve been chewing on for weeks begins to surface, and I have emotional and psychic tensions that lend themselves to either ‘poor me’ pity parties or irrational creative breakthroughs. Or both! This can be a very creative time with many ’Aha moments’. Epiphanies around issues that I couldn’t find relief from through rationalization, yet out of the box perspective taking reveals solutions I couldn’t see before. Not my favorite time to be approached with anything new…. but a great time to notice whats not working. Though I have learned to wait to make big decisions around ANYTHING until after my blood drops.

🌹Rhythm 4~ Rose Petals Falling Into Potpourri

When I finally release my blood, I let it all go. Back to the mysteries of time. Into oracular dreaming space. Nothing to hold onto. Reflection. Simplicity. Whatever it was that was bothering me, I lay it down. I lay myself down. Napping. Resting as much as possible. Only that which is important will I carry forward. I experience a little death. Death to the dreams that are no longer mine to hold in this womb. A rebirth of who I am becoming without the layers of who I once was. A reset. I make special efforts to minimize any work that requires focus, or logic, or people. Accepting myself if I don’t have the energy to socially engage. Letting myself off the hook as much as I can. If I must do a thing, I bring a blanket, something warm to drink, and remind myself that its totally fine if i can’t spell my name right or initiate some plan of action. But I might just have a mythic intuitive knowing about the deepest soul sh*t ever, write you a poem about it, and seed a ruby in the center of a new emerging bud.

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The power of applying these rhythmic navigational systems to the flow of each month has supported me in clarifying every aspect of my life. I feel more relaxed, aligned, balanced, and trusting. If i’m in a part of my cycle that is not as supportive of something that will be easier in a week or two, I let myself off the hook for not ‘having the energy’ for it. If I can, I wait. Guilt Free. If I must, I do so with humor, and release all attempts of perfection. I do my best, and make more space for the rhythm I’m in. 

I believe that as more people begin to comprehend the genius of these cycles and feminine rhythms, getting curious about how to actively apply this wisdom to all aspects of work, business, creative, and family life, that our society could see a shift in its core imbalances and become much more harmonious, integrated, and trusting of the creative process.

Teaching this rhythm is one of my passions in working with womb wisdom. My personal joy, of course, is exploring how this cycle impacts our Creativity. This is one of the aspects I go into in ‘Voice Of My Womb’, a 13 week online course exploring vocal alchemy, womb wisdom, songwriting, and creative self-expression. 

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Meeting Of The Muses

Sydni Indman Photography

Sydni Indman Photography

Meeting Of The Muses

The Diamond Scroll Was Empty
My Feather Pen Made Ready 
Ink Formed Of Shadow Tears
And Tales Of The Long Darkness

Haunted By The Depth Of The Realms
I Looked Over At My Many Muses 
Each Beckoning My Hearts Longing
In Hopes That I May Be Their Scribe 

But I Had My Own Song To Sing That Night
My Own Glyph To Carve Into Stone
My Own Story To Write Into The Pages
Of The Permanent Record

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Minions Of Entropy

Julia Miho Nakamura

Julia Miho Nakamura

Whatever it is that has been troubling your heart, may you come to know it as a true empowerment. An opportunity to see in between the details of light and shadow and rediscover the power of your hearts capacity for love. 

You who were called into being by the very secrets of the universe

You who’s laugh can shake apart all the antagonist’s well drafted cases against you in a glorious roar of ultimate perception

You who are the salt of the tears of the mother tongue tasted off the cheek of your sweet innocence

There is nothing in this world more powerful than your love. 

The microscopic minions of entropy, hell bent on doing their job of finding the cracks in the foundation of arising phenomena, are high fiving each other when one of them mischievously tugs at the loose threads of your reality. 

You can hear them giggling 
as it all falls apart.


This too is a gift
This too is empowerment
Let us dance under the canopy 
of unraveling threads together.

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The Light Returns

Tiana Hunter Photography

Tiana Hunter Photography

the muses don’t wait for the solstice light to pass through the stones at stone henge
they just step a little to the right and claim their time as now

‘theres always a door to magic’, they say
‘the muses loyally keep the path to their houses lit
at any given moment you could trip over one of their threads of inspiration
they leave their booby traps everywhere’


and what a day to follow their weave
right into the castle of your own strange mind
where the back rooms are not left unlocked and wide open
safe to say it might be a bit stuffy in there
ominous sounding music 
wafting through the halls of your more cringeworthy lifetimes

if you are fortunate enough for winters muse to find you
arriving key in hand 
and dressed as your underworld guide
fair warning they will be the one to open the forbidden door
turn on the unmerciful light of awareness 
hand you a bone carved pen
And provoke you to start writing on the walls 
with ink made of the dust of dead skin 
from all those skeletons in your closet


skull cup in hand
no truth unsaid
the light returns!
the light returns!


but its still cold as ice out there
so while we’re clinking our glasses together 
toasting to the age of mischief and shadow dancing
surviving another day in the face of our ultimate demise
let us celebrate just how warm it is becoming
snuggled up close to the riddles of the snow maidens
who keep us on our toes
with our hearts beating
and just a little bit out of breath

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This Holy Music

Photo: Frank Jay Leonard 

Photo: Frank Jay Leonard 

When I first heard the song
Of my name
On the lips of the Beloved
The still lake of my heart
Quivered in an ecstasy of rain

The realms opened
Heaven and Earth
Absolved their misgivings
The Inner and Outer Muses
Met face to face
As the unwritten notes
Between stars
Resolved
To a most satisfying chord

Ever since that moment
A golden thread of nectar
Braids its honey through me
The invitation to Love
Sings every frozen part
Of my being
Back to life
So I may become
A connoisseur of nuance
A devotee
Of the depth of presence
Of the kiss of the Sage
Polishing the jewels
Discovered along the
Winding hero’s road
And braving myself
To bare this precious heart
To share her songs Into the world
These creatures who have been
Irreverently calling me forth
From the unsung thresholds
Of soul image becomings
For as long as I can remember

The chase of this Holy Music
Has me throwing myself
At the feet of the Creative
Savoring the miracles
Deciphering me
As the Sages dreams
Animate my every breath

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The Great She

Photo- Frank Jay Leonard

Photo- Frank Jay Leonard

The Great She
is always dancing
and I am her skirt
.
.
From the center of her longing
she moves her hips
while I, smitten with her audacity
sway at her ankles
lightly grazing the ground
.
.
Together
we spiral around
this great pillar of Love
an untouchable perfection
circling continuously
in rapturous becoming
.
.
this dance between us
has become a most Divine unrest
Her in the savoring of ecstatic blooming
and me ever chasing her
trying to kiss her feet

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Thunder Whisperer

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Thunder Whisperer
River Priest
the gate of my spirit
has been closed for too long
I beg you please
drum me open
with the steadiness
and precision
of your medicine sticks
.
I sit in this ceremony
of rusted tears
where spirit messengers
circle around me
kicking up the dust
clouding my vision
then limpia
sweeping it away
with tender wings
.
Gallop on
through my resistance to love
Gallop on
with your ancient rhythm
pulsing open the door
to my soul
Gallop on
through the memories
I've stored in me
for too long
through my rage
through my bitter tears
until I burst into revelry
and spill out
the beauty
that overwhelms me
I cannot possibly bear another day
of living with a closed heart
with all this music in me
un-lived
.
I lay down my sword at your knees
and bow to this moment
to the wisdom
of the rhythm
breaking me open
skyward

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When Magic Has Arrived

photo- julia miho nakamura

photo- julia miho nakamura

When Magic has arrived
Wearing diamonds
and draped in golden starlight
Why not accept her invitation
To join her in an evening gondola
and float down
Her river of moon song
.
.
Don’t spend too much time
Deconstructing synchronicity
If you look closely enough
into anything
Even Inspiration
You will probably find
Some strange wizard
behind the curtain
.
.
Unless of course
you are an engineer of miracles
In which case
Tear down the walls
of the house of wonder
And throw every spark of awe
under the microscope
Until you discover
what music is truly made of
.
.
Passion doesn’t need a reason
To set your soul on fire
And awaken in the night
your deepest seeded love
But passion won’t stop you
From writing anthologies of reason
to the muses either
As long as Magic is the main character
She’ll watch you squirm all night

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Yoniverse

photo- julia miho nakamura

photo- julia miho nakamura

It starts as a whisper
A voice peaking out
From beneath the cloak
Of invisibility
Of hush hushed
Of too vulnerable
Of not appropriate to say
theses things
No one wants to hear this story
Its not safe to speak....
.
.
And yet
She persists
In the pursuit of her freedom
Of the ecstatic Union of spheres
The Yoniverse un-spelling years
of broken song
Laying down fears
resolving the words
That live in the folds
Of pink flesh
Fire waters of truth
Pulsing in the floods
of what was unmourned
her magnetism returns
Her light reborn
.
.
now spun into ribbons of truth
For the telling
Jewels for the altar
of reclamation
Where the hearts of the village
have gathered together
To listen
To feel
To reimagine
What's possible
.
.
And here
the once silenced voices
speak
the suffocated stories
Breathe
As the essence
of she who eats lightning
Returns

written for the Yoniverse Monologues

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