Willow draping stories like waterfalls through the air
Chestnuts throwing daggers
Dripping perfume sap and resin
Broken limbs and torn ligaments
Ripped shoulders across the forest
Open, wounded, left
Littered medicine on neighbors lawns
Left for mulch and compost
Never taken for flu, tea, fire, scars
I scoop the drips from the branch
and dot it carefully on my daughter's incision
she says "thank you"
and I say "thank you"
to all the trees with giant scars
and take home the abandon medicine
for my chest.
Longing to create more meaningful nature practices? Called into the Forest to learn the Medicine of the Tree Nation?
Struggling to put into practice all those notions of Self-Care? Need real tools to help you put YOU first? Longing for a woman's voice to remind you how beautiful and powerful you are?