I grew up with a masculine God.
One that had no room for the feminine in its story. One that shamed my feminity and told me I was not fit for teaching and preaching because I came in this body that would soon grow hips and breasts.
When I reached menarche at age 13, again I was shamed into thinking that somehow my body was impure and dirty. My body even began to revolt against me with stabbing pains and nausea approximately every 28 days.
I thought there must be some mistake. How could I have been born with this feminine body?
Somewhere deep within I knew…
I was powerful.
I was pure.
I was strong.
I was whole.
But I was told those aren’t the qualities of a young lady.
So, I gave my power away to others and looked for God outside of myself. I went on a quest to find God. I looked in scriptures and books and articles and podcasts. I listened to preachers and teachers and they all said that God was a “He”. So it must be true, I thought.
Fast forward to 2010. After years of going outside myself to gain knowledge, I thought I had it all figured out. So, with fervor, I moved to India to do good in the world. To help the poor. To be the change. I thought I had all the answers. I thought I understood God.
But India turned me upside down and inside out. I then realized I couldn’t have been farther from the truth.
One day I was riding my bike out of my community and a man opened his pants and exposed himself to me on the road. I was appalled and started screaming at him as he continued to follow me. I felt unsafe and ashamed to be carrying this female body. Afterward, in my state of shock and confusion, I discovered that I wasn’t able to pray.
How could I talk to a masculine God about this experience?
The foundation upon which I stood for 28 years was beginning to crumble and eventually came crashing down. I didn’t know what to believe anymore.
I entered the darkness and the only thing I could do was be. Be in the dark silence.
And in the silence, with no words to muffle the voice, I heard Her. God began to speak from within. And She had a feminine voice. And Her voice sounded a lot like mine.
I began to encounter the Divine that was within me my whole life.
She is me and I am Her.
This awakening led me into a deep relationship with my divine feminine power that has been embodied in my menstrual cycle. My calling now is to guide women like you into an intimate conversation with your cyclical body. I am here to support you when you are ready to see yourself birthed from an image within your body temple.
My work with menstruality began in 2014 when I founded Shomota. Starting a cloth pad business forced me to research and study the menstrual cycle extensively. This lead me to decide to stop taking hormonal birth control after being on the pill for 14 years. I signed up for the online courses at the Red School. I began to use Fertility Awareness Method to track the physical signs and journaling the energetic signs. I became deeply aware of the ways in which my cycle was influencing every part of my life.
I am now able to move from an empowered position in knowing my cycle intimately and how to gauge my physical, mental, emotional and spiritual life around it. If you are interested in learning more about mensturality and how you can sync your life to your cycle, apply here to work with me 1:1.
For those of you that have knowlege on the typing system of the Enneagram, I am a number 8. This means that I dwell in the realm of the body, most of the time. I have been a dancer my whole life. I studied dance in college and went on to get certified in Dance Movement Therapy from Kolkata Sanved. I have been practicing yoga since 2004 and I’m a 500-hr TKYM certified yoga instructor.
If you are interested in having an embodied cyclical wisdom workshop, that takes elements of dance movement therapy and womb yoga to help women in their journey towards menstrual cycle awareness, please contact me here to book.