A silent, Buddhist nun collected my pads as I dirtied them, wrapped them up in tidy bundles and lined them up outside my door. Her head was shaved and she was wearing earthy yellow robes. I watched her hands as she deftly rolled them up and bundled them in plastic, leaving a little knot on top. When she opened the door, I caught a glimpse of six little white packages.
My period started this morning.
My subconscious cares about me. She knows these bodily things are painful and messy, so she does her thing to alleviate the discomfort. It occurs to me that I should try to get to know my subconscious a little better.