Finding My Medicine

" Finding My Medicine " 
Encaustic paint on recycled wood panel
By Josephine Thomason

 I know which way to go.
My medicine calls me from across the universe. 
I jump from galaxy to galaxy until I come to the place it is.
I shrink down into a planet made of sound. 
I find my medicine in a trumpet flower singing to me.
"Sweet one, you came here to learn to change the tune.
How to reach into the vibration and allow it to shift into harmony.   Do not worry, it is fun."
I cradle this part of me, tucked safely in the pockets of my soul where understanding is not required.
I am ready for the trip home.

---