I’ve been thinking a lot about the rite of passage my daughter will soon be passing through
as she leaves her girlhood body behind and transforms into a woman.
For me, that transformation was frightening.
I want it to be positive for her.
Blood is loaded with meaning in the scriptures.
The middle of each cycle demonstrates the body’s deep investment in the continuation of life.
Sometimes that investment continues for nine months.
Sometimes that potential for life passes away,
and the body cradles that fallen egg in a brief embrace
before letting it go to make way for new life again.
So much of what happens to and through our bodies, as women,
is a strange mixture of the life/death dichotomy.
When I think of this dichotomy,
I personally believe, as she crossed the threshold from Eden to Earth life,
she too began to bleed for the first time.
She broke through that red “caution tape,”
bringing life and death simultaneously.
When my daughters cross their thresholds,
I want them to be glad, like Eve.
I want them to feel honored to follow in the footsteps of the women who have come before them.
The path of womanhood (and the womanly cycle)
is certainly a balance of sorrow and joy, life and death, pleasure and pain,
but I want them to move forward into that future confident in their ability to weather those highs and lows with grace,
surrounded by support from the people who love them.