Strength in Weakness

Journeying to my ancestors.
  Walking with my spirit guides.
  Searching for the shaman in my lineage.

'Your heart is weak!'
  What?
  'Your heart is weak.'
  Wait, what?

Silence

Three weeks later, a letter arrives.
  'We want to refer you to a cardiologist.
  Your heart is weak.'

What?!

The next day,
  I find the courage to speak the words
  outloud, to real people, making it real.

My heart is weak.

Through tears, I journey
  into this new reality, not sure
  even what to ask.

I find in that sacred space
  a wild bore, ferocious eyes,
  menacing presence, staring at me.

No weapons, no recourse, no way 'out',
  I face the wild bore, gazing into the danger.
  And then, a profound peace fills my heart,
  permeates my being, surrounds my human form.

And, as I stand defenseless against the ravages of this beast,
  I realize that the strength to walk this next path emerges
  from the wounded organ that now threatens my life.

'Strength in weakness.'

Strength in weakness.

Strength in weakness.