I am a full moon bleeder.
I wasn’t always. For many years, my cycle was muted by synthetic rhythms, the soft hum of hormonal regulation dulling the ancient drumbeat that once guided women in communion with the Earth. But it’s been seven years now since I came off hormones, seven years of rewilding, of remembering the language my body once spoke fluently: moonlight, tide, and intuition.
When I moved to Sardegna, something profound awakened. The air here carries an ancestral pulse, salt, myrtle, rosemary, and sea wind. The light is alive; it feeds everything. I rise and sleep with the sun, eat what grows from the soil beneath my feet, and bathe in the wildness of the land. Slowly, my body began to hum with the rhythm of this island, syncing not with calendars or schedules, but with nature’s own breath.
And so, my bleeding began to align with the full moon: the Red Moon cycle.
My name is Sharon Fernie, and I am the Founder of Herbal Cacao, providing the world with high-quality Herbal Cacao Blends. I have a deep passion for holistic wellness and ancient traditions, and at Herbal Cacao, it's our mission to support our community on their journey of self and spiritual discovery, spreading awareness about the profound benefits of ceremonial cacao and other medicinal adaptogenic herbs and mushrooms.
Here in the "Herbal Cacao Journal" I explore the fascinating world of not just our active medicinal ingredients, but also dive into the world of rituals, ancient healing practices, and modern wellness techniques combined with experiences out of my own life.
So, whether you’re a seasoned practitioner or just beginning your holistic wellness journey, this blog post in the “Herbal Cacao Journal” is your invitation to deepen your understanding of sacred herb & plants and their profound impact on our mind, body, and spirit.
The Red Moon Path 🌕 The Healer’s Flow
To bleed with the full moon is to walk the path of the medicine woman, the healer, the keeper of wisdom.
It is not a rhythm of fertility in the physical sense, it is a rhythm of spiritual creation. While others bleed on the new moon, turning inward for rest and renewal, full moon bleeders are said to shed in the brightness of illumination. The world around us is bathed in lunar fire, yet within, we are in descent, releasing, cleansing, transforming.
This is a paradox I’ve come to love.
When the moon is most visible, I am most inward.
When the world glows, I close my eyes and listen.
The full moon draws everything to the surface: emotions, insights, dreams. On my bleeding days, I find myself sitting in the moonlight, sipping my Herbal Cacao a sacred ally that holds me like a mother’s hand. Its warmth travels through me, grounding my energy while softening the contractions, emotional and physical alike.
I often blend it with Blue Lotus or Rose petals, herbs that open the heart and soothe the spirit. With each sip, I feel the ancient women behind me, those who once bled into the earth, who gathered under the full moon not in shame, but in reverence. My cacao becomes both prayer and nourishment, anchoring me to the lineage of women who knew that menstruation was never a curse, but a communion.
Bleeding as a Spiritual Portal
There is a certain magic that arrives with menstrual blood, it is not merely physical release; it is a portal.
Each cycle is a mirror of death and rebirth, a shedding of what no longer serves, a clearing for what is to come. When we bleed, our intuitive gates open wide. The veils between worlds grow thin, and messages often come in dreams, in the quiet whisper of wind, or in the knowing that settles deep in the belly.
In ancient cultures, menstruating women were seen as oracles, carriers of sacred sight. They retreated not because they were impure, but because their sensitivity was heightened; they could commune directly with the unseen.
When I bleed under the full moon, I feel this truth vibrating in my bones.
My rituals slow down. I journal, I rest, I drink cacao, and I listen.
Sometimes I cry, not from sadness, but from the exquisite awareness that I am nature, cyclical, changeable, whole.
Living by the Sun, Bleeding by the Moon
Life in Sardinia has deepened this dance between light and dark. I wake with the sunrise and watch the sky blush in the evenings. My food is simple, earth-born, local, seasonal. This return to natural living has tuned my body to the subtle symphony of nature. I’ve learned that the more aligned I am with sunlight, soil, and stillness, the more gracefully my body flows through her monthly cycles.
It’s as if my womb listens to the land.
When the wildflowers bloom, I ovulate.
When the moon swells bright and round, I release.
To live like this, attuned, awake, embodied, is to remember that my blood is part of Earth’s poetry.
Cacao as a Sacred Companion
On my bleeding days, cacao is more than just a comfort drink; she becomes a ceremonial bridge. It helps me descend gently into the underworld of my cycle with presence and reverence.
The magnesium soothes my body. The theobromine opens my heart. The spirit of cacao herself whispers, “You are safe to soften.”
In the quiet of those days, I prepare my cacao with intention and offer my first sip to the Earth, a gesture of gratitude for the gift of renewal. I let the warmth anchor me as my energy moves inward. These days are not meant for productivity; they are meant for presence.
When I honor that truth, everything flows more harmoniously. My creativity deepens, my intuition sharpens, and my body thanks me in whispers instead of screams.
In Sync, In Soul
To be a full moon bleeder is to live in duality, to bleed in light, to hold darkness amidst brightness. It is to embody both the wild and the wise, the visible and the mystical.
Each month, as the moon rounds her belly in the sky, I am reminded that my body is a sacred calendar, tracking not time, but transformation.
And so I bleed with reverence.
I bleed as prayer.
I bleed in gratitude for the cycles that shape me into deeper wholeness.
My blood is my offering, to the moon, to the Earth, to every woman who is remembering her rhythm.
May we all find our way back to the mystery,
to the moon,
and to the sacred pulse of nature within us.
