Feather
FEATHER
Calm enters the sick room
A warm shaft of light
Pierces the clouds
They know they can trust her
The medicine woman
Her drum
Her rattle
Posted on October 28, 2012, in Poetry, Writing and tagged Care, Faith, Healing, Love, Peace. Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.
Ben Naga 
Reblogged this on Spirit Train Chronicles.
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This is mysteriously soothing!
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Yes. Strange, isn’t it? 🙂
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I can hear the ancient, healing drums…….
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Ancestral memory?
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I know several Navajo medicine women, but I have never heard them drum. This is interesting and vital in that it goes to a place I have never actually been.
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This came to me from the seventh direction rather than from life experience.
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I love this. I don’t know why. I think it’s the contrast between the lack of soothingness (hmm…not sure that’s a word) of our modern sanitized medical model, and this calmly painted picture of trust. I have been feeling poorly today. I would welcome the medicine woman with her drum & rattle.
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I am sure you can find her if you look within, and that she will be happy to heal you. I certainly send you some healing thoughts and trust you will be feeling better soon.
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