Are You a Witch, Woman?

Always different

Answers came for odd questions

Solutions for problems

No one could formulate into words

Illness and injury a healing art for me

Life, death, birth and in between.

Those not able to seek help elsewhere

Bring it all to me

Human and animal

Inside and out

Life and death

I find it is within my realm of knowledge to heal

I don’t know why I know. I just do.

I do not seek answers from stones or cards

I use the herbs of mother earth

And hard experience and knowledge from books

Thirty two births. New life, I have caught, welcoming to this world.

And thirty souls reaching death,  I have been with on the pathway out.

I ride the hard train of torment with those caught in the ‘in between’

Knowing they are not in, but not knowing the way out.

As a young woman, I was asked- “Are you a witch . . .”

I really do not know. I do not seek to be one. Some call me shaman.

I am really just a healer. Capable of bringing life. Capable of letting it go.

I understand the mechanics to heal the body with the offerings of the earth.

It is an awesome thing to hold life within one’s own hands.

It is an awesome sight to see life go.

To cradle the slick head of the newly born

And to close the eyes of those who have to go.

I am blessed.

I have been welcomed to many ultimate life transitions.

Embracing the newly born.

And stroking with love the ones to leave.