Artwork Details
Title: Medicine Women's Story
Size: 8"x10"
Medium: Gouache on board
Status: SOLD
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31 Paintings in 31 days
1.
Ama woke. She walked, carrying her bucket to the watering pond.
Ama dipped the bucket, and a water’s kiss rippled rings on the surface.
The held bucket filled slowly.
Ama settled into the soft moistened peat under foot.
In the cool of day she connected with bird and dragon fly,
breathing in nourishment from old rooted trees.
Ama’s small village had been conquered by a neighboring tribe, and the new leader was boastful and puffed with pride
The peoples hearts were angry.
The leaders bony oiled fingers touched everyone, there was nowhere to hide.
After awhile she rose and knew what she must do.
2.
Ama calmly dressed in a fine frock and,
and placed potent symbols in her powered her hair,
and crossed to the village square
where the new leader’s inauguration was to take place.
A white dove flew beside her and landed in her hands.
She entered with the bird,
carried in crossed arms,
And walked bravely to the village center.
Too many of those she loved
had cultivated their war-ing parts;
Continued struggle would maim and weaken everyone’s hearts.
The dove carried as a gift was anointed for the other side,
for these two villages though far apart, bathed in the same river.
The air now frantic and frenzied.
Spawned a righteous cloud.
Ama prayed for healing as she walked towards the circle
with grounded pride.
3.
The crowds hushed as the older women
entered the ceremonial grounds
All watched as the new leader and the medicine women stood silently together,
each taking the other in.
Both thought,
“Soon the games will begin.”
Ama handed over the bird as blood.
And before the avian in the others hand did land,
The bird shot sky ward up!
And darted and disappeared from high
and came shooting down
from the darkened sky.
The encircled crowd gathered,
tightly bound all gasped!
For instead of dove, in it’s place a hawk now flew
And from it’s beaked lips a piercing worded cry as omen spewed:
“Embrace your darkest night
Gain insight
And know your actions from within!
Be compassionate with one another,
In shared waters live pieces of your skin.
Carrying sword and spear with warring intentions clear
is an old illness, a virus contracted centuries
ago and still remains in tact ergo.
Stories of security as defensive action
Will keep all stuck in malaise and traction.
Be warriors of spirit
all will clear.
Take time to
cultivate what is dear.
Hear the others heart.
Listen to the others heart.
(The bird cried twice.)
This is how to change ill wind.”
And then the hawk disappeared.
I wish I could tell you everything changed in the village that day.
I wish I could tell you everything shifted.
I can tell you
the birds words were clear.
Face Book Version
#4 A Medicine women’s story.
1.
Ama rose and walked, carrying her bucket to the watering pond.
When Ama dipped the bucket,
a water’s kiss rippled rings through the surface.
The held bucket filled slowly.
Ama settled her self into the soft moistened peat under foot.
In the cool of day she connected with bird and dragon fly,
and breathed in nourishment from old rooted trees.
Ama’s small village had been conquered by a neighboring tribe, and the new leader was boastful and puffed with pride
The peoples hearts were angry.
Well oiled bony fingers touched everyone, there was nowhere to hide.
After awhile she rose and knew what she must do.
2.
Ama calmly dressed in a fine frock,
and placed potent symbols in her powered hair,
then crossed to the village square
where the new leader’s inauguration was to take place.
A white dove flew beside her and landed in her hands.
She entered with the bird,
carried in crossed arms,
And walked bravely to the village center.
Too many of those she loved
cultivated their war-ing parts;
she knew
continued struggle would maim and weaken everyone’s hearts.
The dove carried as a gift was anointed for the other side,
Ama prayed for healing as she walked towards the circle
with grounded pride.
The air frantic and frenzied
spawned a righteous cloud
as her village applauded loud.
3.
The crowds hushed as the older women
entered the ceremonial grounds
All watched as the new leader and the medicine women stood silently together,
each breathing the other in.
Both thought,
“Soon the games will begin.”
Ama handed over the bird as blood.
And before the avian in the others hand did land,
The bird shot sky ward up!
And darted and disappeared from high
and came shooting down
from the darkened sky.
The encircled crowd gathered,
tightly bound all gasped!
For instead of dove, in it’s place a hawk now flew
And from it’s beaked lips a piercing worded cry as omen spewed:
“Embrace your darkest night
Gain insight
And know your actions from within!
Be compassionate with one another,
In shared waters live pieces of your skin.
Carrying sword and spear with warring intentions clear
is an old illness, a virus contracted centuries
ago and still remains in tact ergo.
Stories of security as defensive action
Will keep all stuck in malaise and traction.
Be warriors of spirit
all will clear.
Take time to
cultivate what is dear.
Hear the others heart.
Listen to the others heart.
(The bird cried twice.)
This will change ill wind.”
And then the hawk disappeared.
I wish I could tell you everything changed in the village that day.
I wish I could tell you everything shifted.
I can tell you
the birds words were clear.
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