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wise bodies

without tests and treatments, we remembered how to listen to our wise bodies.

wise sour stomachs whisper for peppermint and ginger.

wise nervous systems call for skullcap, turmeric, and pepper.

wise feet take our wise backs for walks.

wise hands planted rosemary last spring that they may now crush sticky green needles in offering to the tension in our wise temples.

ha! and then we remembered to release the tension in our Temples.

movement offerings to align our chakras and cleanse our meridians.

meditation offerings to rest our minds and stretch our spirits.

from each according to their ability
to each according to their need
we healed.

abandoned by “the health care system,” we sought diagnoses in the wisdom of our bodies and treatment in the generosity of the flora and fauna about us. this wisdom has been cultivated through
so
much
careful, measured research carried out over centuries… millennia! — the long way — the slow way — the way things grow when we are patient.
sustainably.
harmoniously.

there exists, somehow still, so much wisdom that has survived through the clumsy, reckless, brutal, brash, greedy, grotesque imperialisms, colonialisms, and capitalisms. that has lived through selfish science, now science, reckless science, mine science, science that kills and terrorizes, science that objectifies and ravages. that science… the science of the belligerent warriors… a tradition that was never designed to heal.
that science. … that science.
well honestly it gave us some cool stuff. and some life saving stuff.
but to do that, it sacrificed countless lives.
and anyway it’s gone now.
but that’s alright, because we’re actually already pretty good at taking care of our wise bodies when we accept the responsibility. and when we go slow.

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Day 10 #pandowrimo @adriennemareebrown We are navigating symptoms and sickness in a health system that won’t help unless “you can’t move your limbs anymore”. How do we survive this and connect back down to the planet? (How does our healthcare system shift?)” @ember.aura.blooming

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