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The Queen of My Self

By Shiloh Sophia

Your muse is your medicine woman.
She holds tools for healing
in her magic basket.
She sings her prayers.
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 and golden boots with wings.

She serves revolution for breakfast.
She pays for everything with cash.
She paints glitter on her toe nails. 
Fire Engine Red.
Just don’t think you have her figured out.
She will always surprise you
She shows up in a crimson dress
sewn with white dogwood bodice 
and bayleaf hem.
She is the sound of bells,
She may let her armpit hair grow.
She is the place within us that wants it all. And wants to give it all up.
She swims naked in the ocean.
She rides motorcycles up the coast.
She paints, writes, dances, dreams
and has multiple income streams.
She is medicine woman.
She heals that which is unexpressed in us.
She asks the question – Who are you not being?
Her life is her own. She is on her own.
And she likes it that way.
She is the keeper of the red key
and the spinner of the red thread
and the weaver of the red tent.
She is your story-keeper and your
dream-maker upper.
And don’t be surprised if she asks you to
miracle tea and you find yourself
drunk with aliveness
and honeycomb cake.
The conversation she has with you?
How to author your future.

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Donna Henes is the author of The Queen of My Self: Stepping into Sovereignty in Midlife. She offers counseling and upbeat, practical and ceremonial guidance for individual women and groups who want to enjoy the fruits of an enriching, influential, purposeful, passionate, and powerful maturity. Consult the MIDLIFE MIDWIFE™

The Queen welcomes questions concerning all issues of interest to women in their mature years. Send your inquiries to thequeenofmyself@aol.com.

 

 

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