Tragedies to Remedies Poem

Tragedies to Remedies 

You are You

I am I

We are We

You are not the stories you tell

to yourself about yourself

You are You

I am not the projections about me

that in the past have bound me

I am I

We are not the accumulation of wounds

Inflicted on us by others or ourselves 

We are We

You are not your woundings

even with a persistence of tragedies 

You are You

I am not required to walk in apology even 

with the mistakes I made, healing is here

I am me

We are beings capable of recovery

self-forgiveness just walked into our discovery 

We are We

You are You

Stardust, Water, Soil, Sunshine and Self

You get to tell a new story today, ready?

I am I

Gloriously shaped by life’s tapestry 

I alchemize the rich colors that are ripe in me

We are We 

Beings capable of ecstasy and creativity

We are the storytellers of our intentional destiny!

Little Darlin of your own Destiny 

You don’t have to fight or flee,

You don’t have to fawn or freeze

Find you, find Me, find We

You will bring compost into your apothecary

I will remember that choice is my own alchemy 

We will weave our tragedies into remedies!

You are You and I choose I you as you

I am I, and I honor my emergent identity

We are We, and what delicious company!

SHILOH SOPHIA

Paint with us now! The class is all ready for you!

I recorded the Tragedies to Remedies poem this morning and made a special announcement - that Jonathan and both had revelations regarding being complete with teaching this class ourselves, and our own stories that we told feel complete too. Whoa. What a result - really....big. To feel truly complete with a cycle. And to know it is being passed onto you. I have a manual I will share and also how to work with medicine painting regarding any theme. Apothecary is just one of them. Last night he just said - I don't think I need to tell that story again. I know it is on behalf our community, but I think I am done. I will always be a soldier but I am complete with that story. Wow. This morning I felt the same - I don't want to talk about my story of not having home, and my father's addiction and outcome anymore. I am standing on my own now with honor to my ancestors. I am complete. We have been heard, thank you. We feel witnessed. Thank you. Shiloh Sophia

Shiloh and Jonathan painting in Apothecary 5.0

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