For the final medicine in this series, I'd like to offer you a poem, a song of Persephone and her journey to the underworld. I imagine she trembled all the way there...sometimes the most powerful antidote to fear is wild curiosity, the thrill of living into the unknown.
Persephone, here you are, with your red-stained lips, your heavy lidded eyes, all you've seen, all that you know... They say you were abducted, they say someone pried open your mouth and held to it this fruit. But I know something else. I know that this chasm opening up in the earth reminded you of your mother's body and of home. I know that you threaded wildflowers in your gleaming hair and edged towards this doorway in the earth, this dark birth canal beckoning you through. I know that your fear made you tremble and so you sang: you sang your fear and you sang your courage...you sang yourself down to the underworld... Maybe this is why your mouth was open when Hades came for you with his red fruit. Or maybe: you longed to be like that mouth in the earth, gaping, loving, wild. I know you went in with all your names on your lips. I know you held the underbellies of birds and the burning desire for divine love in your mouth. I know that the sweet rustling of the golden field had grown lonesome and tiresome for you. And you longed for the roar of this other mother, this love-lion who'd devour you whole. I know that when those red seeds burst on your tongue--in all their irrevocable consequence, in knowing your girlhood was through, in their grief-stained juicy music--I know you opened your throat and laughed.