Medicine Woman Quotes

“Pain is a portal to transformation,
It does not knock politely.”
― Lucy H. Pearce, Medicine Woman: Reclaiming the Soul of Healing

“It may be the first day of your life, the prime of youth or several decades in, when Medicine Woman calls you. Your name on her list. Her new initiate. She crept in whilst you were sleeping, when you over-exerted, when you kissed him, or ate that, or lived there or pushed too hard just one time too many. She crept in and curled up in your cells, your heart, waiting to meet you. Longing to know you. Longing for you to know her, at last.
And what feels like the end is in fact a beginning, of a new road, an unknown path of pain and healing. She will show you how to slow down, she will run her fingers roughly through your life and help you sort the busyness from what matters, she will show you how to find support… and who you really are, beyond your roles and expectations… and even more beyond the System the world has forced you into. She transports you into the timelessness of big pains and tiny joys. Initiates you into your strength. Into your love. Into your courage. Into a world beyond your control.
She has sent me an invitation. I see yours too, tucked in your bag, amongst all the receipts and bills, the pens and detritus of life. Take it out.
It is time.”
― Lucy H. Pearce, Medicine Woman: Reclaiming the Soul of Healing

“Some of us fall through the unseen cracks in the world of health on a bright summer’s day through a run-in with machine or microbe, like Alice down the rabbit hole. Some of us were born this way. And some find out that our genes have hidden within them a ticking time bomb. Waiting. Silently.
However we got here, we are now inhabitants of the state of sickness. Our papers for the world of health have been rescinded without notice. Our body-world has been colonised by patriarchs, and we, the natives, should know our place: small folded patient, compliant, silent, not defiant.
They seem to believe that our bodies are just an errant version of theirs. That our souls are not woman-shaped on the inside. That it’s not our place to take our space and insist on our inner difference.
Their gospel is scribbled down on prescription pads in spider scrawl. They are not to be questioned, especially not with our own heresy.”
― Lucy H. Pearce, Medicine Woman: Reclaiming the Soul of Healing

“Our bodies speak, if you would only listen. They speak another language: the mother tongue. It’s half the puzzle, the missing pieces you have been searching for, the how and why behind the symptoms you fixate on, the whole behind the healing, which cannot be found at the bottom of a bottle of pills.
But you do not speak our language. My sick sisterhood, whose bodies have been felled by mysterious illnesses, bearing the arcane names of men long dead, to signify their suffering with no cure, no hope. The mothers who long for answers to the questions that their bodies are living, for soul-utions to the protest against this cold, hard world.
Into their dry hungry mouths are dropped pills not answers. Prescriptions and descriptions of symptoms – not cures or laws to halt the toxic corporate world that is allowed to carry on felling us like trees in the Amazon…
Each woman is an Amazon. But she does not know it. Instead she is treated. Separately. Her pile of notes, her bills, growing higher. Each one believes the sickness is hers alone. Each is sent home, ignored, tolerated.
Alone. In the darkness.
Until one day Medicine Woman arises within her.
And there in the centre of her pain she finds her outrage, her strength, her persistence as she searches for answers. She finds the will to die to this world and the right to live a different life where she is honoured for the value of her soul, not the sweat of her brow.
She begins to understand the messages her body is sending…
Things are not right. In here… out there.
She begins to remember there is magic in her: the power to heal, the power to transform.
Medicine Woman rises.”
― Lucy H. Pearce, Medicine Woman: Reclaiming the Soul of Healing

“Somewhere I lost myself.
I lost the beat of my heart as my own drum.
I have a sense that it was the same time I lost Medicine Woman.
One day my soul slipped out of my body.
Or maybe it was pulled too hard. Or shocked away. I don’t know.
But I know that I lost Her.
And have been sick ever since.
An orphaned child
In a world that does not feel like home.”
― Lucy H. Pearce, Medicine Woman: Reclaiming the Soul of Healing

“The Sick Woman begins to see that life is wilder, more chaotic, harsher and more loving, paradoxical, and downright strange than she was ever taught. She discovers for herself the power of moon and the tides, the shifting of the stars and the seasons, the haze of pollen and shift in air pressure and how they impact her dreams, her moods, her body processes. She learns that she is not an independent automaton but a wild being woven of life and death, a chaos of magic, not a machine of logic. She learns that the outer impacts the inner in myriad ways. And vice versa. She learns that she is simultaneously weaker and yet more powerful than she ever knew. She is dangerous with this knowledge which does not appear in the medical books and bibles except as anomalies. She’s singing from the wrong hymn sheet and messing up the patina of perfection that the patriarchy is aiming for. In a display of a million marching soldiers with polished boots, gleaming medals and straight legs, there is the sick woman, bare breasted, hair loose, scars showing, shameless, dancing to her own tune.”
― Lucy H. Pearce, Medicine Woman: Reclaiming the Soul of Healing

“I want to put the ever-rushing world on pause
Slow it down, so that I can breathe.
These bones are aching to tell me something
But I cannot hear them.”
― Lucy H. Pearce, Medicine Woman: Reclaiming the Soul of Healing

“Labelling a woman as a hypochondriac is the modern day way of labelling a woman hysterical – the insinuation is that it is all in her mind, she is unstable (mentally and perhaps physically) her opinion and feelings are not to be trusted. Her pain and her concerns are not real.
But what if the hypochondriac, the highly sensitive woman, is picking up perfectly on the signs that something is wrong, she is registering the imbalance, that something is wrong, but she mistakes the issue as being in her own body, rather than the body of the world beyond her. She is told to quiet down, that nothing is wrong. But there is, she knows there is. This is why the constant reassurance does little to help her. She is feeling, deep in her bones, in her nerves, in her pulse that something is seriously wrong. Because it is. Her biological system may or may not have gotten sick from it yet, but the signs of a sick world are quickening within her.”
― Lucy H. Pearce , Medicine Woman: Reclaiming the Soul of Healing

“I am, you are, a cell in a bigger living organism. We have been taught to forget this. But our bodies are remembering.
We are not the only ones who are suffering. We are not the only ones who are sick.
But we are the ones with the power to make a change.
The time has come to take back our power to heal from this sickness.
This is the time to heal. It is time to purge the toxic masculine from our bodies and beings. And to choose life.”
― Lucy H. Pearce, Medicine Woman: Reclaiming the Soul of Healing

“To focus on healing in our culture is an act of powerful, political rebellion. It is an act of spiritual revolution. To heal is to be a conscientious objector to the culture of war we inhabit as normality. To heal is to bring more life force to our planet. To deepen your understanding of our connection to the earth and other people. To inhabit your body more fully. To look life and death squarely in the eye. To get out of the denial and silence and shame and invisibility that you have been taught makes you good. To embody the feminine more fully and reject the right of toxic masculinity to dominate. To question absolutist patriarchal norms. To speak for healing, for soul, for all peoples in this time is scary. But it is needed. It is anything but selfish. To heal is to offer a profound act of service – one which will ripple up and down your family lineage, out into your community and the world beyond you.
It is time to heal.”
― Lucy H. Pearce, Medicine Woman: Reclaiming the Soul of Healing

“Where do you go when your body is broken? Who can you call on when your mind is shattered into a thousand pieces, your skin is on fire and your soul lies crumpled on the floor?”
― Lucy H. Pearce, Medicine Woman: Reclaiming the Soul of Healing

“We are the Cassandras of our world, gifted with highly sensitive bodies that are feeling what the System would have us ignore. We have been taught to distrust our own body systems, to distrust our inner knowing, to silence ourselves, to hand over their care and definition to the experts. We have grown up seeing the women around us consistently disempowered, sick in body, or soul, heart or mind. Having their suffering dismissed, in big ways and small. Having their physical and emotional needs unrecognised and unmet for generations. We have grown up feeling alienated in our bodies, embarrassed or ashamed of them: not at home in our physical selves.
We have internalised the message that there’s something wrong with us, rather than there is something wrong. And so we have silenced ourselves, blamed ourselves, punished ourselves.”
― Lucy H. Pearce, Medicine Woman: Reclaiming the Soul of Healing

“You, dear sister, may be the last bastion of sanity in a culture gone mad. In a world so toxic it cannot function, so numb it cannot even cry out for help, so disconnected it cannot heal. Except through the cells of our bodies.
Our sisters are dying right now to tell you,
Enough suffering, it is time to heal.”
― Lucy H. Pearce, Medicine Woman: Reclaiming the Soul of Healing

“One of the lies of patriarchy is that the sickness is our fault as individuals. That sickness is shameful and should be suffered in silence, so as not to bring others down. When in truth sickness is all around us all the time. It runs down family lines, it runs through communities, it runs along rivers, it is carried in the air, by touch. Illness, mental or physical, is very, very rarely an individual thing. The shame and fear we carry in silence is a burden to our healing.”
― Lucy H. Pearce, Medicine Woman: Reclaiming the Soul of Healing

“Medicine Woman is the soul of healing. The deep feminine that will heal you. And will in turn heal the world. She connects us to the wisdom of nature, the wisdom that has been tapped and held by indigenous cultures and the healers who came before. She who has walked this path for a hundred thousand years, before the gleam of steel and the coming of machines and oil. She is the feminine principle in healing that has been lost in our technocratic war on disease. Medicine Woman is our native, our inner ability to heal. She brings with her visions of healing of community – circles of support, healing through arts, connected communities, health giving foods.”
― Lucy H. Pearce, Medicine Woman: Reclaiming the Soul of Healing

“We are learning that before the body can become a temple, it first must become our home.”
― Lucy H. Pearce, Medicine Woman: Reclaiming the Soul of Healing

“You are the medicine, woman,
If you dare to embody your healing,
If you step out of the life you had,
The life they tell you that you must lead,
And step with shaking faith, onto another path,
A path of healing,
Defined by your boundaries and needs.

If you are prepared to step out of our sick culture
You will step into the healing place.”
― Lucy H. Pearce, Medicine Woman: Reclaiming the Soul of Healing

“I’m sick and tired of half answers for the bedridden sisters around the world. The white-washing of their experience. The silencing of their symptoms. The System broken into little boxes to be ticked.”
― Lucy H. Pearce, Medicine Woman: Reclaiming the Soul of Healing