Medicine used to equal a cure or a fix or something to ease symptoms of pain.
It used to be so simple. I could take a pill and I would be better. I never questioned what better meant or looked like or felt like.
Usually it meant that the pain or discomfort would go away. But I never questioned where it went. Even more curious, I never questioned where it came from.
I used to think that medicine only came in the form of pills or surgery.
Now I am learning that anything that brings me back into awareness, back into balance is medicine.
Deep conversations with friends.
Random encounters with strangers.
It is all medicine.
Connection is medicine.
We now know that social isolation can be as detrimental to our health as smoking cigarettes. Forming these deep bonds of love and friendship weave a tapestry of support through our lives.
Finding ways to connect is essential, and not only with others.
We need to connect with our bodies in a loving, compassionate way.
Connect with our hearts. What are we feeling? What do we need?
We need to connect with the Earth, our home.
We need to connect with that which is larger than ourselves. Something that allows us to feel a purpose for being here, in this body, at this time.
Purpose of Being, not Doing.
Who or what do we turn to when despair slugs through our veins? When sadness permeates our bones?
Feeling like we are merely here to do things then die is not medicine.
It is why I write, why I draw cards for guidance. Why I go outside in nature. Why I eat whole, fresh foods. Why I have lovingly built a tribe of amazing women.
It’s why I have stopped drinking. Drinking broke or frayed my ability to connect. It changed how I thought, changed who I was and so any connections I thought I was making were based on a lie.
So, now I know. Connection is medicine.
We are surrounded by opportunities to connect or isolate.
Connect or separate.
It’s all medicine.
We can ask if this choice will heal or harm. Then move toward the healing.
(Thank you to Bryonie Wise for the inspiration.)