Uncomfortable truth
This is my first attempt at blogging – not sure about how to appraoch it but hope my ‘blogging voice’ will emerge as I do it more. It will be a bit sporadic I guess.
I started off thinking about a friend I haven’t seen for a long time and the qualities I particularly value in her …
Wise women friends are not always comfortable – I’m thinking of this particular friend of mine who specialises in dropping ice-cracking truths into the conversation at the most inconvenient moments. They used to come when I least expected it and when I was not being ‘emotionally honest’. This friend wasn’t fussy herself about telling a few practical lies but she insisted on honesty in relationships. I cursed her more than once for the confrontations that resulted but over all I have blessed her. She changed my life in a number of ways.
You could say that my friend’s habit of stating unwelcome truths was her ‘medicine’. Wise women don’t need to be herbalists or hands-on healers to be medicine women, although many of them are. Medicine can come in many forms: sometimes it can be as simple as a hug, a touch on the arm, a smile.
What do you think your special medicine is?
August 7th, 2010 at 8:59 pm
I need time and space to find my ‘medicine.’ It is interesting in that to find the time and space centers me and it is in this centering my ‘medicine’ flows. Then, with this ‘medicine’ which works like a muse moves me into the creative space I seek.