I said before that stories are our greatest medicine, by which I meant written stories, sung stories, stories painted or drawn or stitched with thread through hessian. But I should have said deeper. Stories try to fill the space between us and others - people, nature. The heart of the medicine is the other itself.
We are most healed when we hear the person we have not heard, when we help the flower to grow, when we lay our hands inside the dirt and smell the pine needles.