Belinda Edwards offered a session on May 5.
Belinda Edwards is from “the red earth of East Texas, where the peanuts grow dreaming of a winter harvest; and blacksmiths, farmers, teachers, and janitors with strong backs and quick wit toil.” She currently lives in Santa Fe, NM. She earned her M.A. degree in Counseling Psychology from the University of California, Santa Barbara. She is currently an Amherst Writers & Artists group Facilitator and offers writing groups for Seniors. She is currently working on a Collection consisting of poems and essays titled Walking on Our Knees Backwards Home. Her latest essay Grief Bundle will be published in the Santa Fe Literary Review Fall 2021.
Story Medicine is an Indigenous healing modality blending ritual with the written word. Medicine begins with words in Indigenous cultures. Myth and legend heal because they remind us of balance and right relationship.
Firstborn
by Kate Marshall Flaherty
she crowns, her head a tight plug
in my portal, her soft skull-skin
stretched into a screaming circle—
this ring of fire—
and me, she, us, once one,
now s-e-parating in searing skin
and a circle so taut it holds
the whole world in this instant—
an aaaaaiiiii sound comes from some
oval-depth within me, my eyes purple
from pushing, my sweat-grip salting
every inch of fierce flesh,
her fontanel so soft it folds
into rounded point, piercing the air, the tear
turns to flame and lo! I feel her
crowned-out slippery skull,
her silverfish body slides next,
slipping into the outside space
she is a she the midwife cries out
girl child, I see her sex engorged
and hear her lusty cry for my breast.
Hearts of Old Warriors
by Belinda Edwards
World War II veterans are dying.
They limp across the television screen,
while pictures of their younger selves
flicker into view.
Will these old warriors’ hearts
melt into the earth,
like adobe bricks
worn
by rain,
by wind,
by fire
or does war wear
away the heart,
turning it to
cracked
stone?
Perhaps
after a lifetime of war,
the wind
will
wild seed
them
again.
Untitled
by Jennifer Strait
The deepest rooted dream of a tree is to know itself through connection. From bridging
microscopic life to supporting the heaviest of winged friends. Trees are the bridge
builders, literally and figuratively, between beings and shelter, starvation and
nourishment, river bank to river bank. What is my deepest rooted dream? To know
myself through connection, building bridges between worlds, between communities,
between the seen and the unseen. The deepest rooted dream is that of unconditional
love. Each of us feeding, nourishing, building, loving, supporting our own tree medicine –
within ourselves and others.
Wrong Bus
by Alma
I got on the wrong bus and
was born into a Homo Sapiens,
living a life of longing
The tender skin around my trunk
an alien mistake when I know
there’s bark waiting out there
ready to wrap around my body
My limited limbs long to
sprout into an array of branches
with laughing leaves entering
wild wind dances on dark stormy nights
Someone said “maybe trees long to walk”
but I know trees travel in mycelium webs
the tapestry embracing the earth
Threads of love reaching further
than comprehension of Homo Sapiens mind
I got on the wrong bus
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Alma, I LOVE the phrase ‘I got on the wrong bus’… It hooks me from the very beginning.
Belinda, thank you for your beautiful facilitation of Story Medicine. You’ve help set me on the path of writing in a new way…
Kate, having given birth to a daughter 21 years ago, your words bring me right back to that moment I felt her body leave mine, and a new journey begin for both of us.
Thank you!!
Indigenous healing reminds us of the power of nature and community in health. Your article brings these principles to life wonderfully.