Good Medicine


Not a deer in the headlights
but fawn, gently
nudging her way to Great Spirit.

Not roadkill
but opossum, strategically
playing dead as diversion.

Not hiding
but armadillo, unapologetically
taking the space she needs.

Not jaded,
but raven, in dreams
heralding childlike magic.

Not rushing,
but turtle, slowly
plodding along, at home in two worlds:
water, earth, Great Mother of all abundance.

With thanks to Nan for May Day.

Posted in: Uncategorized

2 thoughts on “Good Medicine

  1. Isabel Abbott says:

    I keep coming back here, reading this.
    It contains words of yours that will be speaking to me, talking with me, long after you have left them here as food for others.

    Like

Comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s