Medicine Woman

She smells like the earth.

Her hair wild like the wind on the headlands, her eyes bright like moonshine reflected on a lake stone.

Her feet are always bare, even in the frost or the dew of the morning grass. she wants to feel the places that she treads,

every nuance collected in the memory of her bones to pass on to others when sat at campfires roasting marshmallows.

When she looks at you, she sees all of you, every shard broken, every repair made, every path you've ever taken. She does not judge, but quietly prefers to live every moment with you.

She digs her fingers into the earth and buries trinkets there, special prayers for those she loves, and if she sees you watching, she throws you a secret smile and places one finger to her lips, inviting you into her space, making it your very own secret pact with her.

When she listens, she listens with her whole body, swaying & dancing to your tune, nodding not with a certain knowing, but with what she feels of you in her heart. Sometimes she cries, but most times she laughs, not to belittle you, but because she knows you are such a small thing doing such a brave thing and she knows beyond all knowledge, that you will look back and also laugh upon this infinitely small moment.

She governs lightning, collecting it in bottles, giving it away to people in her embrace, in her belly laughs, in her song, she is electric in every touch, leaving hairs on end and marks on skin, a lasting scar on your own patch of earth.

She understands the plants and the ancient trees. As she takes her forage, she whispers and asks for their blessings, each leaf and berry as sacred as her own lungs. And with them she heals and nourishes every Ill she encounters with great respect for her own Mother Nature.

She dances to her own rhythm, humming an ancient lyric into the stars, so that all the universe can behold her glory, so that even the tiniest creatures can listen and grow with her in her joy and compassion for all living beings.

Every sentence she utters, contemplated.

Every motion she makes, mindful.

Every sacrifice bravely made without hesitation.

She is the earth, the moon and the stars,

she is a universe that you want to be a part of,

a supernova, a meteor, a whole other planet.

She makes everything right, and when things are wrong, she will still be there in your thoughts anyway,

She is all encompassing, her knowledge from life not books, she writes her own story again and again and again, she is within herself her own library, her own temple, her own sanctuary.

She knows pain and suffering, but chooses to know them as lessons towards loving more of herself and her fabric of being.

She is a trailblazer, a wanderer, a Goddess.

She is all encompassing, ever feminine, solid in body, mind and soul.

Her life is her greatest piece of Art, her perfect child, her masterpiece all at once.

She is nowhere and everywhere,

Outside and inside

Mindful and mindless

She is your everything and nothing,

A part of your legacy, a part of your now and your future self.

She is all you can be and all you will ever be.

She is SHE.