Medicine Woman poem

This is a reading from my book, Tea with the Midnight Muse, Invocations and Inquiries for Awakening. This one’s called Medicine Woman, and it goes way, way, way, way back to when I was 30 years old. It was at one time published inside of the Mother Tongue Publishing We Moon Calendar.

And today I am painting with Havi Mandel, co-director of Red Madonna. And you are still invited to join us for a 13 moon journey in the sacred feminine where you activate your medicine woman. Okay, ready? Ready?

Medicine Woman

The wild one lives within all women.

She is known as Medicine Woman.

She holds the tools for healing in her magic basket.

She sings her prayers, you know.

Medicine Woman knows stars and sums.

She listens between worlds.

Medicine Woman cannot be domesticated at all, ever.

Even when we don’t recognize her, she is always here.

She has blue butterflies and red roses in her hair