Creating Red Rhythms

This is my ultimate offering back to the community of womxn that have held me throughout my entire existence. To my Nana who grew the egg I came from, to my mom who carried me and my many siblings, to my sisters by blood and choice, and to all the womxn who have held their hands and mine. So much of what makes us bleeding beings, capable of creation, is rarely shared in dialogue among each other. Many of us don’t even know where to begin. But even if we can’t find the words, we’ve persevered a level of awe and respect for one another amidst the patriarchal silencing of our innate, biological, feminine knowing. We’ve been conditioned to be accommodating for the comfort and continuity of systems that perpetuate the decentralization of the woman from herself.

At my mother’s last birth

Age 12 with my youngest sister

I believe this passion of mine, to create space for the silenced wild womxn, began at a young age…far before I bled myself. I spent the first twelve years of my life growing up alongside a young mother who brought five beings earthside, in awe at her every step along the way. Amazed at her power and curious why women like her weren’t held on a ceremonial level! To experience the process of creating and birthing life through a child’s lens was a gift I hold close. And her mother, who was the breadwinner and mother of four in her early twenties, always told me stories of her time balancing a family and law school- opened my eyes to the deep duality our society expects of women and not men. As I menarched (first bleed), I quickly gained a different perspective while enduring layers of pain and confusion that accompanies a changing body at this time. Due to the little ancestral wisdom we can verbally pass down these days, my bleed was intense and abnormally heavy for a small thirteen year-old. In a short trip into the doctors I was put on the pill less than one year into menstruating. Looking back, there were many factors at hand that should’ve been taken into account but weren’t. I was encouraged to continue taking this Group 1 carcinogen for another seven years - and frowned upon when I finally stopped. I still have to fight for my position on this at every appointment. An experience I know many women have beared.

Since then, menstruation and the feminine ability to create life has been a catalyst for a number of personal realizations of mine. Life can extend beyond procreation and take form in business, art, community, and so much more. Regaining my natural rhythms, starting this practice, and working with womxn in all walks of life opened my eyes to the necessity of a greater community to converse, relate, and explore. Ultimately guiding me back to my childlike curiosity and awe for all the power that comes from bearing a uterus. It is the source of creative power and love for womxn and should be uplifted - always.

Red Rhythms will forever be an evolving work in progress, yet I feel called to share prematurely due to the necessity of the work I will be offering in the following months. Speaking on my experiences, my traumas, and my revelations has been so affirming. I’m engulfed by the urge to create space for womxn. So that they can share their story and find the guidance and community they wish they had earlier on Throughout 2025, I have been in school through FEMM becoming a Fertility Educator, as well as working to become a DONA certified Birthing doula by Fall. Offerings will be fully public by then!

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Love, Eloise