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The woman’s life and the seasons therein runs according to the rhythms and cycles in Nature, whether she recognises it or not. One of the cycles is that of the moon. Her days and emotions could wax and wane with the moon. It is now a well-known fact that in earlier times when the sense of community was stronger, and the women in a village or community were close-knit, conducting their daily livelihood and household activities together, they menstruated at the same time. And more often than not this coincided with the moon cycles. In fact, there was a period (:-D pun intended!) of one year when the women’s circle that I am a member of in Tiruvannamalai was meeting very often, sharing our pleasures and pains and learning from each other, at which time I remember our menstrual cycles following each others’ very closely, snapping at one another’s heels.
Women were aware that the rhythms of their lives moved with the rhythms of the sun and the moon and the earth’s revolution, and organised their daily businesses in accordance with this. When were they at their creative best, when did they want to sing and dance, when were the children going to return, how much was the harvest going to be this year, why are the ants moving in a different direction, the maintenance days of the machines at home and work, in how many seasons the coffers need to be replenished, what could be the possible epidemic to hit in the next 6 months, do the girls need their story pillows now, what are the stories to be brought out of their saree knots or pant pockets, times of being firm and times of being a friend… all of these are cycles that keep going up and down and round and round that women have intuitive and intimate knowledge of.
However, we have to be reminded of or remind ourselves of this inherent gift that we have time and again. This is a cycle too. This knowledge is programmed into our very beings even as we are conceived of, in that quick exchange of a glance and glimmer of awareness. We bring this into our mothers’ wombs. We are born with this wisdom flowing in our bodies and beings. And in time, we forget. This is natural. And this is why many of our traditions, rituals, rites of passage were all designed to trigger and invoke the forgotten and unrecognised wisdom that is within us. To remind our bodies and psyches of these cycles as ancient as the solar system, or even further back into other solar systems from the beginning of time, that we are a part of. That is part of us.
But as times change, and entire generations and communities forget the wisdoms that they hold, it becomes important to bring attention to it all. To explore how we can reconnect to these inner rhythms that are inherent and native to us. For it is these rhythms that will restore to us what we lose, as we grow up boxed, conditioned, ruled, disciplined, groomed, manicured, monitored, regulated and controlled. As our modern cultures become more and more homogenised, sterilized and fossilized, we grow up learning to look outside in man-made things for our rhythms and joys.
-We set our morning routines to the ticking of the clock, rather than our rotation around our centre and the sun’s response.
-We listen to our favourite storyteller on YouTube rather than the sizzling on the stove as we cook.
-The smell of new clothes hanging in the shop that we frequent is closer to us than the smell of sweat on our skin.
-We see the delight in our childrens’ eyes but not the hurts they hide.
-We relish the taste of a promotion, but dont recognise the subtle flavour of the questions and doubts within.
When this happens in our lives, we lose the inner sense of delight and rhythm. All the joy se
ems to come only when the woman is with her closest friends when she can be herself, or her therapist where she can talk in a safe and non-judgemental space, or at times with her children perhaps, or pursuing a personal passion if she has one. This is then time for a reboot or a rewiring in the brain. There are so many different ways to get back in touch with one’s inner sense of joy and rhythm.
One is lucky and blessed if one already has a passion to call one’s own, that has not been soiled or stained by any of the regressive conditions and causes. We just have to continue practicing the passion with all heart and sincerity for it to lead us to our inner selves. If that has not happened yet, we don’t lose faith. It will, in time. In the meanwhile, we can do other things to help this process.
Each of the above will take us to the same end really. That of finding the rhythms and cycles of Nature within oneself. Finding this leads one to rediscover her own sense of inner delight and rhythm. One of my mentors calls this Ramyam – the right measurement of one’s inner vibrations. There is then the inner, native resonance that will twang like a Tambura and attract the resonating sound to itself. The woman will then dance to her own tunes, sing her own music and tap into age-old wisdom with her songs.
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