The Sacred Trinity: A Woman’s Body, the Moon, and Water
A woman’s body is not separate from the forces of nature. It is not isolated from the tides, the shifting moon, or the deep currents of the world’s waters. She is not simply living in the universe; she is the universe, carrying within her the same rhythms, the same cycles, and the same untamed power. To understand the connection between a woman’s body, the moon, and water is to understand an ancient truth: women are nature embodied.
The moon is the oldest witness to a woman’s power. It waxes and wanes, just as she does. It retreats into darkness and then reemerges full and brilliant, just as she does. It pulls at the tides, shaping the oceans, just as it pulls at the waters within her.
A woman’s menstrual cycle follows the same 28-day rhythm as the moon’s journey from new to full. This is not coincidence—it is connection. In ancient times, women bled together under the dark moon and ovulated under the full, their bodies moving in harmony with the sky. They knew that menstruation was not something to hide, but something to honor. It was a time of reflection, of release, of rebirth. The moon’s phases became a map for understanding themselves:
New Moon – The Bleeding Phase: A time of rest and renewal, when energy turns inward and the body sheds what is no longer needed.
Waxing Moon – The Follicular Phase: A time of growth, of new energy rising as the body prepares to create.
Full Moon – The Ovulatory Phase: A peak of power, when the body is at its most fertile, most magnetic, most radiant.
Waning Moon – The Luteal Phase: A time of reflection and preparation for release, mirroring the descent back into darkness.
A woman’s cycle is not an inconvenience. It is a sacred rhythm, a built-in connection to the moon herself. And yet, the modern world has tried to sever this bond, making women feel ashamed of their bodies, of their blood, of their natural fluctuations. But to reclaim this cycle is to reclaim power. It is to understand that just like the moon, a woman’s phases are not weaknesses. They are movements of energy, phases of creation, rest, and renewal.
If the moon is a woman’s celestial twin, then water is her earthly reflection. The human body is made of water—up to 60% of it. The womb, the space of creation, is a sea of amniotic fluid, cradling life just as the ocean cradles the earth. Every wave, every ripple, every deep current carries the same wisdom that exists within a woman’s body.
Water, like a woman, is constantly shifting between forms. It is fluid and adaptable, yet unstoppable in its power. It can be still and reflective like a quiet lake, or wild and raging like a storm-tossed sea. It is both gentle and destructive, a force that gives life and takes it away.
Women are taught to fear their own fluidity, to suppress their emotions, to be small, still, and contained. But water is never truly contained. Even when it is still, it is deep. Even when it is quiet, it moves. And when it chooses to rise, nothing can stand in its way.
The tides rise and fall in direct response to the moon’s pull, just as the waters within a woman’s body respond to her inner rhythms. Studies have even shown that women who spend time together begin to synchronize their cycles, as if their bodies remember a truth deeper than modern life allows: we are connected, not just to ourselves, but to each other, to the earth, to the sky.
To reconnect with the moon and water is to reclaim what has been stolen. It is to reject the idea that a woman’s cycle is a burden, that her emotions make her weak, that her changing energy is something to be fixed. It is to honor the body as sacred, to listen when it calls for rest, to move when it demands action, to flow when the spirit urges release.
A woman in tune with her cycle is powerful. She knows when to pause and when to rise. She knows when to listen to her intuition and when to stand in her full, radiant force. She understands that she is not separate from nature—she is nature.
So let us return to the water. Let us stand beneath the moon, feeling its pull on our skin, our blood, our spirit. Let us remember that we are not broken, we are not incomplete. We are the tides, the storms, the calm waters, the full moon shining over the ocean. We are ancient. We are cyclical. And we are whole.
