Remembering ancient wisdom
Let this be a weekend waft of medicine, dear one. It's gloriously sunny here in South London. What a treat! Having explored the Peruvian Curendero teachings the past 7 years or so, happening upon this poem recently, really resonated. Ah the living field, how she speaks. And so, I simply must share it with you.
María Sabina was a Mazatec sabia (“one who knows”) or curandera (medicine woman), who lived in Huautla de Jiménez, a town in the Sierra Mazateca area of the Mexican state of Oaxaca in southern Mexico. She didn’t know writing or reading. She expressed her wisdoms through the voice of psilocybin mushrooms. She is considered a great poet and sacred figure in Mexico
Having the great fortune to spend time in Oaxaca visiting a dear friend in 2014, the congruence I felt there was potent. You know those places in the world you visit (and it might be just down the road too!) where everything flows, you feel really well. And you remember it so fondly in colour. In smells.
Where’s that for you? Remember it. Dream with it. Feel it.
You are the medicine by Maria Sabina
Cure yourself with the light of the sun and the rays of the moon.
With the sound of the river and the waterfall.
With the swaying of the sea and the fluttering of birds.
Heal yourself with mint, with neem and eucalyptus.
Sweeten yourself with lavender, rosemary, and chamomile.
Hug yourself with the cocoa bean and a touch of cinnamon.
Put love in tea instead of sugar, and take it looking at the stars.
Heal yourself with the kisses that the wind gives you and the hugs of the rain.
Get strong with bare feet on the ground and with everything that is born from it.
Get smarter every day by listening to your intuition, looking at the world with the eye of your forehead.
Jump, dance, sing, so that you live happier.
Heal yourself, with beautiful love, and always remember: you are the medicine.
So much love your way.
Ciara