Beltane, Bleeding and the Body's Wisdom

We’ve just crossed into Beltane, and this year it came just after the New Moon in Taurus—a moon of embodiment, of slowness, of rooting. And I bled with it.

Not long ago, I used to bleed with the Full Moon. But my cycle has shifted. Now I bleed in the dark, and ovulate with the moon in her full brilliance.

There’s a name for this transition: the shift from the Red Moon cycle to the White Moon cycle. In cyclical wisdom, these rhythms carry ancient meaning. When we bleed with the Full Moon, we walk the Red Moon path—often linked with the archetypes of the healer, the witch, the mystic. Fertility in this rhythm is spiritual, creative, transformational. It’s the path of the inward pull.

But when we bleed with the New Moon and ovulate with the Full Moon, we enter the White Moon cycle—the rhythm most aligned with conception, with outer fertility, with creation made flesh. It’s the path of the mother, the nurturer, the one preparing to bring life into form.

This shift isn’t random. It’s a conversation between body and cosmos. The body speaking in a language older than words, syncing with the moon. And now, at Beltane—the festival of becoming—the Earth is ripe, and I feel that alignment deep in my bones. The possibility of a second baby is rising in me. Not a decision yet, but a hum, a readiness.

To bleed at Beltane, in this season of blooming, is a kind of paradox. While the world bursts open in colour and scent, I am shedding. Releasing. Making space. But this is exactly what fertility requires—not just ripeness, but the willingness to let go. The trust to clear the ground. Creation begins in the void, after all.

The moon teaches us this. She disappears completely before she grows again. The body, too, has its dark phase—its inner winter—before it flowers. To bleed is to listen. To empty. To align with the deeper rhythm that moves beneath the surface of all things.

So this Beltane, I am honouring the fire outside and the quiet release within. I am honouring my body’s wisdom—this shift from Red to White Moon—as a message. A preparation. A deep yes.

Whether you are bleeding, blooming, longing, or resting, this season meets you exactly where you are. Beltane is not just about fertility in the physical sense—it’s about the sacredness of being fully alive.

I’m lighting a candle this weekend for the mystery.
For my body, which knows how to change course.
For the moon, who teaches me that shifting is sacred.
For all of us who are somewhere between letting go and blooming.