For my medicine, I decided to pull three Oracle cards to see what insights they might provide. I learned that while changes are happening dramatically (especially with Trump), I am being called to be creative and to co-create with others. By doing this, we will be able to regenerate and prepare for whatever lies ahead.
I love that you've created a tonic that speaks to people when words fail and the world feels uncertain and unsteady. It's certainly that now, and this post has inspired me to finally add Wabi Sabi to my TBR pile for 2025.
And my medicine.... I've created the medicine I need for my own healing and recovery. The PEACEful Path of Recovery, a personal, universal guide to wellbeing, recovery and the life you want to live. I created it through my own healing journey, while hugging trees, listening to the birds, studying clouds and climbing mountains. I found it as I walked myself out of grief, addiction, depression, burnout and stress. I breathed it to life as I breathed myself back to life, back to myself.
I created it because I need it because I am human, and life is hard. And I am delighted to share it with other humans, who find life to be hard.
Because, like Ram Dass said, we are all just walking each other home. So let's take the PEACEful Path!
Thank you for the beauty that your words kindle in my heart. And your question sparked a knowing in me: I do know what my medicine is.
To rebalance the Divine Feminine and help create a world where women are not aging poor and sick. And I'm sharing about it on socials and in my courses. As part of this, I'm learning how to write 'gently' which is a very new thing for me.
My medicine is to lead a small meditation group and to remind friends to focus on what is happening, now. There is so much future casting and dread in the media. There is also a whole world. May we be nimble, may we meet what comes next with power and grace.
My medicine is the art of grounding people—helping them find their roots in a world that often feels unsteady.
As a potter, I begin with the earth itself. Soft clay, ancient and unformed, holds the memory of time. In my hands, it takes shape—not into perfection, but into truth. Each crack, curve, and imperfection becomes a reflection of life’s essence: fragile yet enduring, broken yet whole.
This is Wabi Sabi. It is more than a philosophy—it’s a way of being. Through my work, I invite others to slow down and reconnect with themselves. In the act of shaping clay, they rediscover their connection to the earth, to the moment, and to their inner world. My craft teaches that what is imperfect holds beauty, and that what is fragile is often the strongest.
Through this medicine, I offer more than objects; I offer a path back to what grounds us. Each vessel, each session at the wheel, is an invitation to pause, to feel, and to remember that our roots are always there—waiting to hold us steady and bring us home.
This is how I heal and how I help. With every mindful touch of clay, I bring Wabi Sabi into the world and into the hearts of those I reach.
My medicine is the attention I pay to things around me, the delight and beauty I find in nature and sharing this with others. It could be the fresh white buds of the years first snowdrops, the many shades of green in a piece of moss or a tiny birds nest hiding in the hedgerow. All simple but beautiful gifts, easily missed when rushing through life.
What a beautiful question... what is your medicine and how will you offer it to the world?
My medicine is bringing calm - friends call it defrazzling! - and making space for the sparks of connection that happen inside of us, the realisations, the aha's. And I then share my sparks with the world through my writing, knowing that it's just what someone out there needs to hear that day. I love and trust this medicine more each day 🧡
My medicine is writing down all the words I can't speak. It's also creating, whether I am journaling, writing poetry, making patchwork quilts or flower arranging. My medicine is finding space in the margins of every day life to do something that gives me pleasure.
My Medicine is cookies. Rifted off a Nigel Slater recipe with chocolate chunks, pieces of marzipan and crystallised edible rose petals added to a sticky dough. I keep this dough in glad wrap from Japan (best ever) in batches ready for baking in the fridge. If needed I do as Mr Slater has instructed from the pages of his cook book. I cook just a few at a time to be eaten fresh. So good from the oven off the hot baking tray when the chocolate is very gooey and the biscuit still soft and crumbling inside the light caramel crust. Sometimes I switch the ingredients out. Add fresh rosemary or naked ginger or roasted walnuts. Whatever is at hand. But the secret ingredient is added as I roll the balls of batter gently in my palms. The medicine depends on the situation. It might be a sweet splash of joy. Or a creamy dollop of gratitude. Often just luscious lashings of love. Like I did last week. The cookies were baked and driven directly to a neighbour hospitalised after a small stroke at 60. My son came home unexpectedly yesterday. He was heartbroken and very sad. His relationship had broken down. So I popped on the oven. took out some sweet dough and made a fresh pot of green tea. I wasn’t really sure what would help. So I silently added some courage and a few deep slow breathes because he’s sensitive and prone to anxiety. Then a piece of poetry fell out silently from my mouth and there was a scent of salt and feathers and the feeling of flight. After we shared the cookies we sat quietly together drinking tea and talking of an upcoming Japan trip. When he was ready to leave he didn’t say much but he lingered by my bookshelf and the impulsively picked out one of my poetry books. He asked to take it with him. Of course. I nodded. Poems are good medicine. That’s all i said. So are the cookies. He called this out as he disappearing down the stairs. So yes cookies are my secret medicine!
My medicine is to inspire - to awaken imagination - and I would love to do this, this year, by publishing my first contemporary spiritual realism novel, and in this lifetime by following my dream of becoming a bestseller spiritual author.
Medicine can be offering your gifts to the world, or to a friend or your community. As I face down my 70th birthday in just 2 years I often pause to consider what I have learned, what skills I have developed and dare I say, what wisdom I hold in my heart. Does the world need this ordinary woman’s medicine? I would like to think so. 🙏🏼
My medicine is to exist at the intersection between science and spirituality. I am an evolutionary psychologist who explores the depth of our connection. I love to be able to share the beauty of our world as a deeply woven ancestral web, that crosses all boundaries of spirituality and science. It is only then that we can align with who we really are. My medicine guides others to that alignment through the understanding of our existence ❤️✨
Quite simply, the medicine is myself. My ability to love someone through the ugly parts. Especially myself.
For my medicine, I decided to pull three Oracle cards to see what insights they might provide. I learned that while changes are happening dramatically (especially with Trump), I am being called to be creative and to co-create with others. By doing this, we will be able to regenerate and prepare for whatever lies ahead.
I love that you've created a tonic that speaks to people when words fail and the world feels uncertain and unsteady. It's certainly that now, and this post has inspired me to finally add Wabi Sabi to my TBR pile for 2025.
And my medicine.... I've created the medicine I need for my own healing and recovery. The PEACEful Path of Recovery, a personal, universal guide to wellbeing, recovery and the life you want to live. I created it through my own healing journey, while hugging trees, listening to the birds, studying clouds and climbing mountains. I found it as I walked myself out of grief, addiction, depression, burnout and stress. I breathed it to life as I breathed myself back to life, back to myself.
I created it because I need it because I am human, and life is hard. And I am delighted to share it with other humans, who find life to be hard.
Because, like Ram Dass said, we are all just walking each other home. So let's take the PEACEful Path!
Thank you for the beauty that your words kindle in my heart. And your question sparked a knowing in me: I do know what my medicine is.
To rebalance the Divine Feminine and help create a world where women are not aging poor and sick. And I'm sharing about it on socials and in my courses. As part of this, I'm learning how to write 'gently' which is a very new thing for me.
Thank you for modelling it so gracefully.
My medicine is to lead a small meditation group and to remind friends to focus on what is happening, now. There is so much future casting and dread in the media. There is also a whole world. May we be nimble, may we meet what comes next with power and grace.
What is my medicine?
My medicine is the art of grounding people—helping them find their roots in a world that often feels unsteady.
As a potter, I begin with the earth itself. Soft clay, ancient and unformed, holds the memory of time. In my hands, it takes shape—not into perfection, but into truth. Each crack, curve, and imperfection becomes a reflection of life’s essence: fragile yet enduring, broken yet whole.
This is Wabi Sabi. It is more than a philosophy—it’s a way of being. Through my work, I invite others to slow down and reconnect with themselves. In the act of shaping clay, they rediscover their connection to the earth, to the moment, and to their inner world. My craft teaches that what is imperfect holds beauty, and that what is fragile is often the strongest.
Through this medicine, I offer more than objects; I offer a path back to what grounds us. Each vessel, each session at the wheel, is an invitation to pause, to feel, and to remember that our roots are always there—waiting to hold us steady and bring us home.
This is how I heal and how I help. With every mindful touch of clay, I bring Wabi Sabi into the world and into the hearts of those I reach.
My medicine is the attention I pay to things around me, the delight and beauty I find in nature and sharing this with others. It could be the fresh white buds of the years first snowdrops, the many shades of green in a piece of moss or a tiny birds nest hiding in the hedgerow. All simple but beautiful gifts, easily missed when rushing through life.
My medicine is offering a ray of hope in dark times.
What a beautiful question... what is your medicine and how will you offer it to the world?
My medicine is bringing calm - friends call it defrazzling! - and making space for the sparks of connection that happen inside of us, the realisations, the aha's. And I then share my sparks with the world through my writing, knowing that it's just what someone out there needs to hear that day. I love and trust this medicine more each day 🧡
My medicine is writing down all the words I can't speak. It's also creating, whether I am journaling, writing poetry, making patchwork quilts or flower arranging. My medicine is finding space in the margins of every day life to do something that gives me pleasure.
My Medicine is cookies. Rifted off a Nigel Slater recipe with chocolate chunks, pieces of marzipan and crystallised edible rose petals added to a sticky dough. I keep this dough in glad wrap from Japan (best ever) in batches ready for baking in the fridge. If needed I do as Mr Slater has instructed from the pages of his cook book. I cook just a few at a time to be eaten fresh. So good from the oven off the hot baking tray when the chocolate is very gooey and the biscuit still soft and crumbling inside the light caramel crust. Sometimes I switch the ingredients out. Add fresh rosemary or naked ginger or roasted walnuts. Whatever is at hand. But the secret ingredient is added as I roll the balls of batter gently in my palms. The medicine depends on the situation. It might be a sweet splash of joy. Or a creamy dollop of gratitude. Often just luscious lashings of love. Like I did last week. The cookies were baked and driven directly to a neighbour hospitalised after a small stroke at 60. My son came home unexpectedly yesterday. He was heartbroken and very sad. His relationship had broken down. So I popped on the oven. took out some sweet dough and made a fresh pot of green tea. I wasn’t really sure what would help. So I silently added some courage and a few deep slow breathes because he’s sensitive and prone to anxiety. Then a piece of poetry fell out silently from my mouth and there was a scent of salt and feathers and the feeling of flight. After we shared the cookies we sat quietly together drinking tea and talking of an upcoming Japan trip. When he was ready to leave he didn’t say much but he lingered by my bookshelf and the impulsively picked out one of my poetry books. He asked to take it with him. Of course. I nodded. Poems are good medicine. That’s all i said. So are the cookies. He called this out as he disappearing down the stairs. So yes cookies are my secret medicine!
My medicine is me. Our medicine is ourselves. That is why the world needs your medicine 🙏❤️🌍
My medicine is to inspire - to awaken imagination - and I would love to do this, this year, by publishing my first contemporary spiritual realism novel, and in this lifetime by following my dream of becoming a bestseller spiritual author.
Medicine can be offering your gifts to the world, or to a friend or your community. As I face down my 70th birthday in just 2 years I often pause to consider what I have learned, what skills I have developed and dare I say, what wisdom I hold in my heart. Does the world need this ordinary woman’s medicine? I would like to think so. 🙏🏼
My medicine is to exist at the intersection between science and spirituality. I am an evolutionary psychologist who explores the depth of our connection. I love to be able to share the beauty of our world as a deeply woven ancestral web, that crosses all boundaries of spirituality and science. It is only then that we can align with who we really are. My medicine guides others to that alignment through the understanding of our existence ❤️✨
The world needs more love and warmth as medicin in these dark days. I bear in my mind that everyone has a story.