These are just some of the names of the women in different cultures whom bring healing first to themselves and then as an extension of themselves to others. This art call focuses on the power of women — the healing power which they possess. Musea’s Curator, Shiloh Sophia McCloud, says it best in her poem Medicine Woman:
Medicine Woman holds tools for healing in her magic basket.
She dances in the moonlight and sings her prayers.
Medicine Woman knows herbs and signs, stars and sums.
She is between maiden and mother, mother and crone.
She is a the part in each of us that knows deeply.
That sees clearly. That listens between worlds.
Medicine woman cannot be domesticated, at all, ever.
Even when we don’t recognize her, she is always here.
She has butterflies and red roses in her hair
and golden cowgirl boots.
She can be seen at the movies with teenage girls on Friday night.
She may get a tattoo of the Guadalupe on her bicep in the
Mission, or the sacred heart of Jesus on her right shoulder.
You may catch of glimpse of her as she roller skates
through Central Park.
She may teach a workshop on right brain left brain
or the geometry of accounting or raw food or revolution.
She makes potions, jams, sopa and lotions.
She definitely runs with wolves and wolfey women.
She is fierce about many things.
She is compassionate about almost everything.
She plays hard. She takes action. She tree sits.
She runs businesses and believes in abundance.
She pays for everything with cash.
She may paint glitter on her toe nails. Red.
Just don’t think you have her figured out.
She will always surprise you.
She is mystery in breathless red dress.
She is a mother, holding everything and letting it all go.
She may let her armpit hair grow, and her mustache too.
She is the place within us that wants it all. And wants to give it all up.
She swims naked in the ocean. She rides motorcycles up the coast.
She paints, writes, dances, dreams and has multiple income streams.
She is medicine woman. She heals the unexpressed in us.
She asks the question – Who are you not being?
If you want to find her – she is always at Market Place
in the early morning with her baskets of goods.
Hawking her wares. Like Wisdom she calls out into the streets.
Her life is her own. She is on her own. And she likes it that way.
Shiloh Sophia McCloud © 2007-2010