HEALTH
What is My Medicine? by Linda Lombardo
CHAOS CALLS US ALL FORTH TO CHALLENGE THE STATUS QUO; TO QUESTION EVERYTHING; TO ASK OURSELVES, WHO DO WE GET TO BE?
To know what our unique gift is in the world is to understand how to use that gift in the world. It is a universal human longing. It matters little if that world is just one person, a family, a community or the whole planet. When you don’t know what your medicine is, it can be tough to make choices. You may feel envious or competitive with people who seem to have it ‘all together’ or all figured out. You may feel ‘lesser than’ or ‘undeserving’ because you haven’t figured it out. When you don’t know what your medicine is, it feels like you’re always crossing paths with a bear in the woods. And the only thing to do when that happens is to stop and respect the bear’s space; hold peace in your heart and give that big, wooly beast the right of way. Anything else is downright dangerous. It was on a walk in the forest one day that the question came up. Looking up at the treetops, the question was asked, “What is my medicine?” and the treetops replied, “It’s certainly the sound of the wind as it passes through your leaves.” Leaves? That didn’t seem very helpful. So the question was asked again, this time of the dirt and the earth along the trail. “What is my medicine?” and the dirt replied, “It’s certainly the decomposition of stones, shells and organic matter that hold the history of this place and make up your being.”
28 truelifestylemagazine.com
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