Remembering Our Medicine

Medicine woman; for years you weaved away. Doing the sacred work. Following your heart. Even when the world did not value it. Even when people thought other things more important. Turning up,  showing up, holding space, soothing tired brows. Thinking “this isn’t right- we are living all wrong. How can people create when they are tired, stressed & carrying trauma ?”

‘People can’t thrive like this’

‘The earth can’t hold this’.

‘The system is out of balance’.

‘Nothing grows when the soil is barren’

Yet most people didn’t see it that way; they worked all the hours, they made their way to the top, they mortgaged themselves to the hilt. They focused on the money. They partied hard, they took white powder to stay up late.

Sometimes their fears bubbled up so they drank to push them down. They took pills to make them sleep and other ones to stop their hearts from feeling sad & anxious

And the small voice said;

Eat simple foods

Eat fresh produce

Connect to nature

Don’t use plastic

Don’t use harsh chemicals

Do not use alcohol & drugs to numb you

Rest when you are ill

Nourish your heart

Heal your wounds

Consume less

Many said “it’s not true”, “stress does not effect you”, “eat what you like”, “oh yes alcohol - no problem”. “No your emotions don’t matter” “you need do nothing - we will sort it with our tests & our meds - you carry on”.”we can lend you the money”

 Only a few saw. 

When things didn’t turn out medicine woman sat with you in your darkness.

When others said “oh well at least”. She asked you “how do you feel?”. When people said “not meant to be” she asked you “show me where you feel it in the body” & “ what have you made it mean”. & “when did you feel this before”.

She didn’t try to fix you but she tended to you tenderly like a gardener tends to a garden or a mother tends to a child.

Then slowly one by one the people woke up & they realised they had the power. 

Beneath the surface & all the doing & rushing & consuming. They remembered ..... My medicine is kindness, my medicine is listening, my medicine is acceptance, my medicine is courage

And slowly they changed;  left bad situations & found better ones and they told others.

Some learnt to speak their truth, they called out inauthenticity, they highlighted greed, soon others learnt to speak their truth and one by one the people healed and they healed others. One by one the people remembered their gifts, they found their medicine and by doing so it encouraged others who also woke up

And one by one they healed each other from the trauma of not being enough, needing to be perfect, longing to fit it , fearing being rejected.  They healed all the wounds of their ancestors

They remembered their true nature, their curiosity, their kindness, their healing powers. They woke up to the feminine belief in the interconnection of all things. They remembered their connection to the waters of the earth. To her soil, they remembered the reciprocal nature of all healthy system: if you neither take too much or give too much

They treated the earth with dignity and they didn’t take too much from her. And the earth got better, her soil became fertile again, her waters  became clean, the air recovered, the animals became more fertile and everything came into abundance

And some years later, when they looked back,  they acknowledged the hardships & losses of 2020/21. But they realised it was an AWAKENING & a REMEMBERING.  They connected to the light & of the medicine within them & they vowed never to forget again