Welcome to your bleed and breathe ritual track.
This is your time to breathe with the rhythm of your body.
And to bleed without shame.
I'm Danae Jensen,
Plant medicine and healing guide.
How you are and how you feel in this world matters deeply to me.
If you enjoy this ritual and feel called to journey more deeply into healing and self-actualization.
And I would be so honored to walk beside you.
If you haven't already,
Steep yourself a cup of bleed and breathe tea.
Pause here until your tea is ready,
Then return when the cup is warm in your hands.
When you're settled,
Gently close your eyes and lift the cup towards you to take a long,
Slow inhale through your nose.
Breathe in the floral,
Slightly spicy scent of your herbal tea.
And exhale softly.
Take your first sip now.
Your menstrual cycle unfolds in four phases,
And the bleed phase mirrors these same four phases,
The stepping in,
The descent,
The retrieval,
And the return.
The plant spirits we're working with today are here to walk beside you on this sacred feminine journey.
Yaro is the luminous protector holding the boundaries of your sacred self.
Red clover,
Soft and nourishing,
Reminding you of the strength of sisterhood.
Thimbleberry,
Wise grandmother,
Fierce in her softness,
Guiding you back to your cyclical knowing.
And metal,
Iron-rich,
Replenishing,
Restoring your blood and your strength.
As you sip.
Invite their spirits to move with you.
Their medicine knows where to go.
To the places that ache,
The places that ask for release,
And the places that are ready to rest.
Take a deep breath now in through your nose.
And exhaling through your mouth.
And another in through your nose.
And out through your mouth.
And one more.
Boom.
And with each exhale,
Feel your body soften.
Your belly.
You're back.
Your jaw.
Let the surface beneath you hold you fully.
There is nothing to fix,
Nothing to rush.
This is your time to be with yourself exactly as you are.
And to remember the power of being exactly who you are.
Allow me to draw that memory from your being with the following incantation.
Come now,
Daughter of the daughter of the daughter.
Set down the weight of the world and remember who you are.
You are the river.
That renews itself each moon.
You are the keeper of creation.
The pulse of the living world.
Let the devaluation stories fall away as you reclaim the wisdom of your womb.
Take a deep breath in through your nose and exhale through your mouth as you sip your tea once more.
Feel the warmth spread through your body.
Study.
Grounding.
Familiar.
Yarrow is your first plant ally.
Tiny white flowers.
Luminous and alert,
Form a quiet field around your awareness.
She invites you to slow down and pause.
Now is the time for rest.
Her magic.
And medicine.
AidU.
Without you doing anything at all.
But sip your cup of tea.
She offers protection and ease.
Physically and energetically.
She helps move your blood if the flow is too slow.
And tempers it if it's too heavy.
Yarrow knows how to embody opposites.
Yarrow knows the language of gentle power.
With each sip.
Feel her emanate a subtle field around you.
A light veil of safety.
Fit enough to let truth through.
And strong enough.
To quiet the noise of the world.
So that you can listen inward.
And step down into deeper knowing.
Take a nice deep breath now.
And allow the noise of the world to fade away.
As your thoughts soften.
And your awareness shifts.
To the sensations of your body.
Follow my voice as Yaro fortifies you.
Not in preparation for defense,
But in preparation for dissent.
Let her presence be your preparation.
You're gathering before the journey within.
And when you feel her strength settle in you.
You'll know it's time.
To take the next sip of tea.
And allow red clover to come next.
Feel the warmth settle lower now into your belly.
Your hips.
The cradle of your being.
Red Clover stands beside you,
A soft sister presence,
Steady and kind.
Her medicine brings nourishment and balance.
Helping your body relax into its own rhythm.
Supporting healthy flow and ease with comfort.
Her magic is in the remembering.
Women are sisters.
We belong together in collaborative support and kinship.
Red Clover offers you her hand now as you turn inward.
Take your hand and close your eyes now if they're open.
And take another nice deep breath in.
Deep into your belly.
Allowing your belly to stretch outward.
And exhale,
Letting go of any holding and any tension.
The world outside fades even more as your thoughts soften with your next deep breath.
Your mind relaxes and time stretches as you enter the deepness of your inner landscape.
Down and down and down you go.
A place dark and comfortable.
A place familiar and mysterious.
New with breath.
And old with memory.
This descent into darkness is a turning inward towards truth.
Here,
Everything slows enough to be felt.
And you begin to notice subtle sensations.
A pulse in your belly.
Tug in your heart.
A wave of emotion.
Rising and falling.
Let them be as they are.
There's nothing to fix.
Only to feel.
To be.
To meet yourself where you are.
Right now.
With acceptance.
Take another slow sip.
Let the warmth meet the rhythm inside of you.
Red Clover reminds you that you are not alone.
This turning inward is not isolation.
It's belonging.
It's where all the mothers have been.
And where all the daughters arrive.
Stay here for a few breaths.
And when you're ready,
You'll follow that inner pulse deeper still.
Take another slow sip.
The warmth spreads through you.
Deep and steady.
Allow yourself to drop.
Even deeper into your being.
Into your internal darkness.
Perhaps you would like to place a hand on your belly now and feel the rise and fall of your breath.
Notice the spaciousness of this darkness,
The timelessness.
Notice a light.
A warmth in the dark.
There Grandmother Thimbleberry waits,
Seated by a river.
She doesn't speak at first.
Her presence alone invites a kind of exhale you didn't know you were holding.
And acceptance so deep your whole body relaxes.
You sit beside her in silence.
Feeling the comfort of her calm.
The sound of the river is soothing to your soul.
Thimbleberry's medicine is one of soothing and release.
She eases tension in the body and supports the natural flow of letting go.
No forcing,
No pushing,
Just allowing and easeful surrender.
You take us there.
And taste the earthiness of her wisdom.
It settles low in your belly.
Reminding your body that release is sacred work.
That rest and renewal live on the opposite ends of the same breath.
Thimbleberry's gaze is soft and knowing.
She sees the things that you've been carrying.
The stories,
The expectations,
The quiet hurts that linger in the corners of your being.
Her hand gestures toward the river.
You don't need to name what you're ready to let go.
Your body is wise.
Your body knows,
Even when your mind does not.
With your next exhale.
Let what's ready to go move toward the fast flowing river.
Any energies.
Any outdated stories.
Ideas that hurt your feminine nature,
Send them to the river now.
And allow them to be washed away.
Breathe.
Breathe deep.
As you allow this process to move.
Let it all go.
Into the healing waters of the sacred river.
In the presence of Grandmother Thimbleberry as she starts to hum softly.
A melody older than words.
It vibrates in your bones.
Reminding you that you are cyclical.
The embodiment of the divine life-death cycle.
A human reflection of Earth herself.
Then Bilberry's eyes meet yours once more.
Her work is complete now.
You offer a quiet thank you for the new spaciousness within you.
New ease.
New ground for possibilities to grow.
And as you rise to your feet.
You notice the first green shoots of nettle are already rising from the riverbank.
Take another slow sip of your tea now.
It's cooler now,
But its medicine still moves through you.
And from the wet ground,
New green metal chutes begin to rise.
They grow quickly,
Vibrantly.
They're strong and steady.
Nettle is the spirit of renewal.
Humming with life.
Nettle is here to rebuild what has been released.
To restore the minerals,
The strength and the vitality to your blood.
Her medicine is fortifying.
Rich with iron and chlorophyll.
Reminding your body of its innate capacity to replenish.
And as you breathe.
Feel the green essence weave through your cells.
There's no rush.
Restoration happens quietly from the inside out.
With you doing nothing at all but sipping your tea.
Nettle is here to support your return into the world.
Giving you strength to be vulnerable.
Feel her energy rise up through your body.
From belly to chest.
From heart to throat.
All the way.
To the crown of your head.
Your posture lengthens.
You feel taller,
Clearer.
Stronger.
Confident in your ability to be your truest self.
Courageously honest as you express your truth,
Soft where it's safe to be,
Strong where it's needed,
Knowing even your sting is medicine when it's true.
Let your breath deepen.
The ritual is now complete,
But its magic and medicine continue to move through you.
Take a moment to acknowledge them.
Yaro,
Who held the boundaries of your sacred self.
Red clover.
The sister who walked beside you as you turned inward.
Thimbleberry who guided your release with tenderness and truth.
And Nettle who restored what was given and helped you return whole.
Offer a quiet thank you.
To yourself.
And to your womb.
For its cycles,
Its wisdom.
Its capacity to renew again and again.
Take your time to sit now.
And slowly sip the rest of your tea.
As you open your eyes.
Bleed.
Breathe and be.
Thank you for allowing me and these sacred plants to guide you today.
May their magic and their medicine continue to bring you comfort and ease.
