My Bones Are Speaking And I Am Finally Listening

I’ve been feeling my bones since May this year.

I am not talking about ache or pain. I can feel them, their extraordinary presence.

They showed up for me while I was working with the medicine. I could feel them, ancient, strong, alive and powerful. I could touch them from the inside.

Since then, I sense them in meditation.

Mother Aya had facilitated this dialogue between me and my bones.

They don’t hum quietly anymore. I can hear them even beneath the noise of the day.

They have been waiting for me to listen.

My bones have so many stories to tell.

They are not just the stories of everything I’ve carried, every version of me I’ve lived, but they are the stories of every woman from my mother and father lineages who came before me.

And now, as I stand at the threshold of perimenopause, I understand why they’re speaking.

This is the time to return to my bones!

My hormones are shifting, my skin is becoming thinner, but my boundaries are stronger.

And while my body begins to change, not as loss, but as transformation, my bones remind me:

You are still here.

You are built of endurance.

You are the temple beneath the temple.

You are a High Priestess.

Your lineage is strong and is powerful. You are the Earth.

Perimenopause isn’t just a hormonal transition, it’s a spiritual one too.

It has called me back to my bones, to the inner architecture that has always held me.

So I’m listening, because they have so much to say.

Every time I commune with them, I’m touching the quiet wisdom that lives inside my own skeleton.

And what I feel asking them is always the same questions: “What do you want me to remember?” “What do you want me to tell the world?”.

Michela xo