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no matter.   no matter the day….the doings or the thoughts,   at the end of it,   there,  in the Garden for giving Water,  there is Peace.

i squat,  holding the hose.  Water flowing on and into  the heated earth….there is a smell.    particular to these days of more than 100 degrees.   a smell of the word   Fecund.   And this is gross,  but true.   I flashed on memory of the smell of Kotex pads.  Soaked in menstrual blood….that you folded and wrapped in some toilet paper and shamefully,  placed in the waste basket.

that smell.   

heated.   warm enough for anything,  for   Life.    I haven't thought of Kotex pads in maybe more than 60 years.  But it is distinct.  the smell.  and  the Garden,  at the end of these days….somehow similar.  ?????      i want to linger here.

menstruation.   Someday,  Emrie will menstruate.  Will get her "bleed".   Will smell like this Garden.  

 

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  1. Marti Avatar
    Marti

    Well I was going to talk about the peace of the garden at twilight but another word beginning with P came into my head: the word Period for our monthly blood flow.
    Granddaughter got her bleed last year at the age of 12. Was well informed so easily went into this female ritual. My twins were 11 went they got their bleed and they too were well informed. Interestingly, they both would always get their period within a day or two of each other.
    Me, well it was a whole other story. My Mother had never had the talk wit hme so when I started bleeding at age 9, I thought I was dying…my Mother was terribly upset so it was my Dad who explained and who got me Kotex and a sanitary belt but it was my cousin who showed me how to use it. My Mom insisted of keeping me home two days every month from school and I hated missing school because I loved going to school. Finally, I was able to convince her, a year later, that I was fine and could go to school during my period.
    By the time I was 15, I got rid of Kotex and used Tampax. The same cousin who helped me with the Kotex helped me with Tampax. There was a hilarious afternoon, when I was in the bathroom and she was outside the bathroom door trying to explain to me how to insert the Tampax…well, I will just say that when I finally yelled, “It’s in”, my cousin fell to the floor overcome with laughter!!!

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  2. CatherinE Avatar
    CatherinE

    Wow, the memories are strong even though I never talk about it! That smell and the sensations. PS – Your influence – I started saying “giving water” instead of “watering.”

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  3. jude Avatar
    jude

    smell is so hard to forget, such a trigger.

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  4. Peggy McG Avatar
    Peggy McG

    I too thought I was dying!! It was the first thing I thought of while reading Grace’s post. And my Dad, 5 daughters and no sons.. had to buy those Huge boxes of Kotex pads!! Thanks for voicing my memories.

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  5. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    the joy of tampax

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  6. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    i smile…there is someThing added by the Giving that
    i think matters

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  7. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    i love that….we are so primal

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