Medical Sonnet #6
Guess the condition.
Read MoreDesperately Seeking Solitude
Sometimes I feel like a dying star; the muses ride me hard in wasteful explosions. It’s garish. The space around me teems. Hermits and astronomers know that you can find a dying star wherever space is ample. And only there.
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art by verismya
Medical Sonnet #3
Shall I compare thee to a cloggèd lane?
The king’s road should but flowe with ease,
But here the horses lurch and strain.
Or to a danse, if yt you please?
Thou duck in darkened corners, meek,
And shirk the beat in stagnant pain.
Or to a drunkèn captain’s fleet
with no North Star in night’s terrain?
And too few knots to stay the course.
Or to the gnarled oxen’s knees
That lumber through the blooming gorse?
Whose remedie the swell doth ease.
Or to a world together held by modesty in vain
while you stand out as painfully as an Americain.
Radical Empathy and the Myth of Forgiveness
Disowned qualities orbit us like little moons. When we deny darkness, we stabilize its orbit, and keep it circling us closely. We cannot disown anyone, much less those who bring our deepest sickness to the surface. We cannot disown Dylann Roof any more than the liver can disown the kidneys. Large-scale dysfunction, systemic suffering, and death result.
Read MoreA Return to Wholeness: The Transracial/Transgender Divide
Our ancestors express the miraculous scope of improbable unions that gave rise to us. When we deny those who have given us our eyes, our gifts, our bones, we insult everything that has enabled our existence. When we identify as transgender, agender, or gender-fluid, we still embody the same history. We're still the same little live wire at forefront of a particular and vast ancestral circuitry.
Read MoreMedicine of the People: Empowered Herbalism & Dreaming for Virus Prevention
The natural impulse to modulate our own well-being runs deep in our memory, when our mothers knew just what plant helped which kind of ache. Most of would have grown up with contextual herbal education, embedded in the feedback loop of our own vital bioregions. Divesting this power to an authority figure for everyday health concerns is a relatively new dynamic that offers few empowered solutions.
Now, mothers, including myself from time to time, lovingly give our kids drugs that arise from well-lit laboratories, which are different from the whole plants that grow from laboratories of loam. We can all remember and wield some basic medicines to take our health back into our own hands.
Read MoreTo Be an Acupuncturist
We dip our backbones in the ink of original teachings to write new prescriptions that suit this time and place.
Read MoreVoices of Ancient Europe: Jack Roberts
"I always knew that as a man, my work with the Sheelas is restricted to some extent, and I carried out the research in the hope that it would encourage women to bring them alive again. [...] As an antiquarian respecting the wisdom of the ancients, revealing the Sheela-na-gigs is my way of helping women discover the path back to true liberation, their former position in society and spirituality."
Read MoreMedical Sonnet #2
Guess the condition.
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