This nonverbal relationship

With intimacy once felt so threatening.

An awakening centuries unfolding

from chaos into more chaos

Until stillness was given its voice.

Its own right of passage and power

That it had long forgotten.

A freedom yearning to be met

With such authenticity

That her medicine became steeped

In such a strength

She was able to call it by its name.

And that name became sacred and

Shared only between her and the gods.

With each womb and each birth,

that medicine would be passed down

As the gods whispered into the hearts

Of each child waiting to be borne.

This is how a generation heals.

Do not be afraid to share your medicine

Once you no longer fear claiming it.