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Sacred Medicine

“Everything is medicine.
And so are you.
There is a spirit of deep wisdom buried within you that holds the power to heal this brokenness.
You can change your name, you can change your story, but only your medicine can change what is inside of you.

Find your medicine, and it will call back all the broken pieces that you’ve convinced yourself you’d forgotten. Find your medicine, and you will have begun the journey to returning whole; of becoming yourself.
This is not an easy path.
The way is overgrown with the weeds of your forgotten self, seeded by the depths of your subconscious fears and watered by unshed tears. The road runs in spirals, through swamps and dark places. It is crumbling and broken, and sometimes disappears entirely. But your spirit knows the way. Your medicine marks the path, if you have the eyes to look. And when you trust it, when you follow it to the inner-most reaches of your soul, that is where you will find your SELF.

Many people will not understand your journey.
They can not.
For it is not theirs to walk.
Their path may cross yours at times, run alongside yours for great distances, and may even look remarkably similar.
Yet, still, they can never step off their path to experience yours.
And it is the experience that grants understanding.
Some will encourage and support you.
This is good.
Keep these people close so that you may honour their medicine, as it compliments your own.
Other people will not.
Many will disparage you, abandon you, hurt you.
That is ok.

Remember that they are broken and hurting, lacking the eyes to see their own medicine, much less to understand yours.

Do not let this discourage you.
Do not be encouraged to forsake your medicine.

For there is a sacredness in you that only you possess.
You are a medicine not meant for everyone to understand.
If your medicine is not for those people.
Bless them, and send them on their way to find that which is.
Do not allow yourself to become bitter, for it poisons the soul and sours the medicine.
And do not be tempted to give them a taste of their own medicine.
They will believe you have poisoned them.
To those people, the medicine has become so foreign that they cannot recognize it for what it is.
The bitterness is too harsh.
And the sadness and longing it brings, too much to bare.
So don’t give them a taste of their own medicine.
Give them a taste of yours.
If they have lied, let your medicine be honesty. If they have hurt, let your medicine heal. If they are cruel, let your medicine be compassion.
If they are angry, let your medicine be serenity.
If they are bitter, let your medicine be empathy.
If they are anxious, let your medicine be peace.
If they are irritable, let your medicine be patience.
If they are jaded, let your medicine be sincerity.
Whatever others may be, choose to allow your medicine to move in a balance and alignment.

For when you embrace your medicine you not only heal yourself, you become the healing that is needed in the world around you. Not in some grand, abstract, universal way.

But in the immediate, tangible world around you, through the people you meet every day.
You ARE medicine.
It IS you.
Not just a part of you; ALL of you.
It is the core of your essence.
Once you realize this, everything becomes possible.
So don’t settle for just living your life. Open your soul to the world, and live your medicine.
Only then will you fulfill your highest potential; your true divine purpose.”

Author ~Kristin Smith

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🌀Nicole
Sacred Wild Woman Medicine

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Blessings 4 Broken Hearts



A Blessing for the Brokenhearted 


Let us agree
for now
that we will not say
the breaking
makes us stronger
or that it is better
to have this pain
than to have done
without this love.
Let us promise
we will not
tell ourselves
time will heal
the wound
when every day
our waking
opens it anew.
Perhaps for now
it can be enough
to simply marvel
at the mystery
of how a heart
so broken
can go on beating,
as if it were made
for precisely this—
as if it knows
the only cure for love
is more of it
as if it sees
the heart’s sole remedy
for breaking
is to love still
as if it trusts
that its own stubborn
and persistent pulse
is the rhythm
of a blessing
we cannot
begin to fathom
but will save us
nonetheless.


~ Jan Richardson 


[Art: Andrea Kowch]

Deepest Work is Darkest

The deepest work is usually the darkest.
A brave woman, a wisening woman, will develop the poorest psychic land, for if she builds only on the best land of her psyche, she will have for a view the least of what she is.
So do not be afraid to investigate the worst. It only guarantees increase of soul power through fresh insights and opportunities for re-visioning one’s life and self anew.
It is in this psychic kind of land development that Wild Woman shines. She is not afraid of the darkest dark,in fact she can see in the dark.
~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes,
Photo: Spring by Phoenix Chan
Archaeology for the Woman’s Soul
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Letting Go

She Let GoShe let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.She let go of fear. She let go of the judgments.She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.She let go of the committee of indecision within her.She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons. Wholly and completely,without hesitation or worry, she just let go.She didn’t ask anyone for advice. She didn’t read abook on how to let go… She didn’t search the scriptures.She just let go.She let go of all of the memories that held her back.She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.She didn’t promise to let go.She didn’t journal about it.She didn’t write the projected date in her day-timer.She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.She just let go.She didn’t analise whether she should let go.She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.She didn’t call the prayer line.She didn’t utter one word. She just let go.No one was around when it happened.There was no applause or congratulations.No one thanked her or praised her.No one noticed a thing.Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.There was no effort. There was no struggle.It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.It was what it was, and it is just that.In the space of letting go, she let it all be.A small smile came over her face.A light breeze blew through her.And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.Here’s to giving ourselves the gift of letting go…There’s only one Guru ~ you.―Rev. Safire Rose
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Intimate Truths by Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

~ Kahlil Gibran ~

Art by Janice Van Kronkhite

Crossroads: Second half of Life

“The second half of my life will be black to the white rind of the old and fading moon. The second half of my life will be water over the cracked floor of these desert years. I will land on my feet this time, knowing at least two languages and who my friends are. I will dress for the occasion, and my hair shall be whatever color I please.Everyone will go on celebrating the old birthday, counting the years as usual, but I will count myself new from this inception, this imprint of my own desire.
The second half of my life will be swift, past leaning fenceposts, a gravel shoulder, asphalt tickets, the beckon of open road. The second half of my life will be wide-eyed, fingers shifting through fine sands, arms loose at my sides, wandering feet. There will be new dreams every night, and the drapes will never be closed. I will toss my string of keys into a deep well and old letters into the grate.
The second half of my life will be icebreaking up on the river, rainsoaking the fields, a handheld out, a fire,and smoke goingupward, always up.”Joyce Sutphen – Crossroads.
Sandra Bierman

Oh Sweet Soul by Matt Kahn

Source: Matt KahnTo round out today’s day of poetry, I’m sharing one I wrote years’ ago as my open letter to the spiritual ego. Both the one I faced in myself and in others. Its incredible how relevant it is in today’s current landscape. May we all learn to lead with love. Connecting instead of correcting. Please enjoy:  

Oh Sweet Soul  Oh sweet soul, who’s learned so muchYour triggers ignited through the words you clutchRehearsals are done, your performance is setTo overemphasize what you’re meant to forgetHow much you’ve survived, you’ve come so farBut correcting others is not who you areYou’re desperate to feed a world with no bowlPlease open your eyes – oh sweet soul Oh sweet soul, who can’t see pastEach aha moment that cannot lastYou’re not in charge of what needs to be knownBut here to inspire throughout actions shownInsight was gathered, you’ve become well-equippedTo notice new patterns, while control still grippedYou’ll encounter so many throughout fate’s playAnd fight for the chance to have your sayIs projecting your ideas a part of the goal?Please think again – oh sweet soul Oh sweet soul, why do you suggestYour concepts to those who act as your testYou’ve looked within and found the DivineClarity kindled, but you’re calling it “Mine”And now you debate to correct who you seeNot seeing your shadow – a spiritual “me”It’s not liberation till you’re free of the thoughtThat forces you to speak just to see where you’re caughtYou say ‘all is one’ like a truth no one knewAnd if there’s only one – who are you speaking to?Intentions are so pure, while blinded by a roleCorrecting all your critics – oh sweet soul Oh sweet soul, it’s time to open upAnd bring forth the love that overflows your cupThere’s much to consider and many to embraceBut no one to correct – no matter who you faceI welcome every judgment, regardless how unclearTo see the one I’m facing and know that God is hereSilence makes one humble and humble helps you seeSince there’s only one, we’re free to disagreeI welcome each projection, as if you know my pathYou need it more than I do to validate your wrathYou’re free to misperceive me and have the final wordI thank you for the practice to let your voice be heardWhy hide from your freedom, just let it takes its tollAnd break apart your certainty – oh sweet soul Oh sweet soul, may you come to realizeYou need not affirm what another one deniesIn a world of so much wisdom, there’s no end to what is trueYou’re free to do your dance and watch what captures youRepeating every concept, as if it meant a thingPerformance never-ending for those who pull your stringAnd even as I say this, you’ll turn it back on meAs if the truth is hidden and only you can seeI love the light within you, thank God it can’t preventA chance to love you deeper despite the package sentPoint out every fragment and misperceive the wholeYour innocence respected – oh sweet soul  Matt Kahn

Amnesia

“We locked up our wisdom into our bones
And swallowed the keys
They sank in our rivers of blood
And we forgot the maps
Because we had to forget the mysteries
To keep them safe.
We wove our hair into brooms
And swept over our paths
And then burned the earth with our rage
We didn’t teach our children
It was the only way to protect them,
we thought
But in them we planted seeds, seeds and keys
And told them stories and riddles and songs
With no roots, just tangled threads
That would take years to unwind
Just enough time
For the rains to fall again
and put out the fires
For the dams to break
For the rivers to flood
For the paths
to be walked again
For the soil to breathe
And as the old bones crumble
Deep beneath the rubble
We find we’ve always had the keys
Our stories and our maps
Our paths are revealed to some
And the seeds grow again
The threads are unspun
And woven again”
~ Amara Bronwyn Hollow Bones

Shaman Spider Woman by Susan Seddon Boulet

Release & Rise

Stop blaming yourself for what happened
It wasn’t your fault
Sometimes bad things just happen
To good hearts
To good people
For reasons we can’t explain
And maybe we will never understand

I won’t insult you by calling it God’s will
Or saying it’s part of the divine plan
It’s not my place
But here’s what I know
You were never meant to carry this pain in your heart
And wear it on your beautiful face

Sometimes hearts get broken
Dreams get stolen
But babe, you are so far from broken

It isn’t your fault
Take a deep breath
Release the guilt
The blame
The shame

You’re more than what happened – what you’ve been through
This pain you’re clinging onto
and taking everywhere with you
It’s eating away at your soul
You deserve so much more than this my dear

You’ve survived
And now it’s time for you to thrive
This isn’t your whole story
It was just a painful chapter
It’s time to move on to the next one

So let it all go
It’s so heavy my love
Lay it down
Release every tear

A brighter future is on the horizon
You’re not alone
The angels are always near
And if you need me, I’ll be here

✒️ Sara Joon