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.