When we come to the edge of the familiar 

and the way forward is unknown,

we stand at a threshold 

where fear can surrender to faith.

This liminal space - 

this pause between death and rebirth -

is the sacred womb of creation 

that we inhabit to transform ourselves.

The discomfort

of the un-knowing

and the release of who and how we were

is the alchemy of gestation.

There is support

in the shadow lands of growth

for the holy tending

and birth of our true nature.

Medicine Mothers dwell at life's boundaries -

seen and unseen, 

cruising canyons for the lost

and helping fledglings feel the wind so they can fly.

Their stories are as old as time; 

they are revered and feared,

for their true medicine gift 

is helping us to re-member our own power.

~ Learn more about Medicine Mothers here ~