The Feminine cycles of Bloom & Decay
The Cycle of Bloom and Decay: Embracing the Fullness of the Feminine Experience
The feminine by nature, is cyclical, moving through endless cycles of expansion & contraction, bloom & decay, ebb & flow. There is an ache that comes with the cycles of bloom and decay—that inevitable rising and falling. We are not meant to exist in a constant state of flowering, yet when decay begins—when something within us starts to wither, break, or slip through our fingers—it can feel unbearable.
No one talks enough about the pain of the death process. The way grief can settle into the body like a heavy fog. The way letting go is never as simple as we hope it will be. Sometimes, it is not just the loss of a relationship, a dream, or an identity—it is the deep unraveling of who we thought we were, the shedding of parts of ourselves we once clung to for safety. The feminine experience is woven with these moments. Seasons where we feel lost, empty, raw with emotion. Where the path forward is unclear, and all we can do is sit in the mess of it, feeling the weight of the ending before us.
These darker seasons are not ones we can rush through. Healing does not follow a timeline, and grief does not answer to logic. Sometimes, we must descend fully—into sadness, into rage, into loneliness—before we can emerge again. The world often tells us to be light, to be soft, to stay in perpetual bloom. But true femininity is not just about radiance; it is also about depth. And there is deep, aching beauty in our moments of breaking.
The Feminine pursuit of Happiness
In a world obsessed with happiness as the ultimate pursuit and constancy is favoured over fluidity. We forget that the feminine is not here to simply be happy—she is here to feel. To experience life not in half-measures, but in its fullest intensity. To surrender to the sensuality of the present moment, to open herself completely to the ecstasy and agony of being alive. To touch the highest peaks of joy and sink into the depths of sorrow, knowing that both are part of the same current that runs through her.
The feminine is not just about seeking pleasure—it is about the sacred ability to be fully present with all sensations. The feeling of the sun warming bare skin. The way music vibrates through the body like liquid gold. The deep shudder of heartbreak. The unbearable, beautiful ache of longing. The wild intoxication of love, of touch, of laughter that makes the whole body shake. The feminine is not meant to numb herself, to flatten the edges of her experience to fit into something palatable. She is meant to taste life, to consume it, to drown in it, to let it pull her under and bring her back to shore—transformed.
Because what if happiness is not about being in a constant state of lightness, but about the richness of experience itself? What if the goal is not to remain in bloom, but to allow ourselves to move through each season with presence, knowing that both the light and the dark have something to offer us?
A note to the feminine soul
If you find yourself in a season of loss, let yourself grieve. Let yourself rage. Let yourself feel everything—fully, unapologetically—without rushing to fix or soften it. You were never meant to stay in perpetual bloom. The falling away, the breaking open, the aching stillness—this, too, is part of the cycle.
Trust that even in the depths of this season, something is stirring beneath the surface. And when the time is right, when the soil of your soul has been turned and tended to, you will bloom again. Not as you were before, but as something deeper, truer, and even more whole.