I approach my place of healing
Branches of cedar and pine lace into wall and roof
I enter through a deerskin draped over the opening
Round stones form a fire ring in the center
I sink onto a pile of soft wool
Flames flicker my wounded spirit skyward
About the Author: Patricia Wellingham-Jones
Patricia Wellingham-Jones is a widely published former psychology researcher and writer/editor. She has a special interest in healing writing, with poems recently in The Widow’s Handbook (Kent State University Press). Chapbooks include Don’t Turn Away: poems about breast cancer, End-Cycle: poems about caregiving, Apple Blossoms at Eye Level, Voices on the Land and Hormone Stew.