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Poetry Friday round up is hosted by Buffy today.

Poetry Friday round up is hosted by Buffy today.

Elderberry growing in the healer's garden.

Elderberry growing in the healer’s garden.

Last weekend I attended a presentation at Vermilionville, a historic Cajun/Creole Village. The speaker was a Creole traiteur or healer, Rebecca Henry. I created this poem from my notes.

Advice from a healer:

Always think positive.
Eat an odd number of pumpkin seeds, 3, 5, 7 for back ache.
Don’t search for roots if you don’t know them.

We had our own names for stuff.
We were never poor.
We had a momma, a daddy, our brothers, our sisters.
We had everything we needed.

Every leaf, every plant, every flower is for food.
For croup, wear the flannel collar soaked in goose grease until Easter.
Use mud from the mud dauber nest for diaper rash.
Those mud daubers know the best dirt.

We never measure.
Treat the whole person.
Clean out in August.
Grease your machine real good.

Say why not me instead of why me.
If you believe, you will be healed.

Lizard's Tail: "You put some lizard's tail to soak in water, and you make the little baby drink it."

Lizard’s Tail: “You put some lizard’s tail to soak in water, and you make the little baby drink it.”

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Michelle Haseltine is gathering the Nerdlution round-up at her site, One Grateful Teacher.

I am a total nerd and am embracing this nerdlution for 50 days. So how many days has it been? Eighteen, I think. I’ve had to cut my goal of exercise every day to exercise 5 days a week and I’m counting dancing as exercise. My husband and I invited some friends out for Zydeco dancing to Chubby Carrier on Sunday afternoon at Vermilionville. We love these Sunday afternoon gigs. One hour of jitterbug, waltz, and Whiskey River, and I checked off exercise for the weekend.

flickr image by Wally Gobetz

flickr image by Wally Gobetz


My second goal, writing every day, has gone OK, too, if I don’t worry about word counts. I have been journaling more and not really writing anything that anyone else will read, but practice is the important thing, right?

Staying Open, my One Little Word, is easier than I thought it would be. New things are available and happening all the time. On Saturday, I learned the art of Centering Prayer. I wrote about it on Tuesday for Slice of Life. I have kept up the practice every morning. The only downfall is that I resist the gotta-get-something-done mode. I get so calm and zoned-out that I want to stay in that moment. How many of you would love to live on a yoga mat? I know, it’s not very practical.

I got an appropriate fortune in my fortune cookie last night. “Don’t ask. Don’t say. Everything lies in silence.”

Laura Purdie Salas posts a 15 Words or Less poetry prompt every Thursday. This morning I wrote “Snow Cloud.” To see other poems in response to her picture prompt, visit her site.

Snow Cloud

Each time you
open yourself
to the world,
miracles happen
like snow from
boiling water.

My 15 word journal, a gift from my husband.

My 15 word journal, a gift from my husband.

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Here down South in Bayou country, we like our Zydeco.  Today at Vermilionville, we danced the two-step and jitterbug to a new band Curley Taylor and Zydeco Trouble.  What a treat to see a young boy playing the washboard (or rub-board) like the music was in his soul and had to come out.  I stopped his young mother to ask her if I could video him.  Looking proud, she told me Cam’ron is six-years-old, her first cousin is Curley, and Cam’ron has already been on the front page of The Times.  (I think she meant The Times of Acadiana.)  Cam’ron is heading for fame!

Zydeco literally means in Cajun French, leh-zy-dee-co sohn pah salay, “the beans have no salt.”  Made popular by the legendary “King of Zydeco” Clifton Chenier, the combination of Cajun, Creole, R&B, jazz, and blues sound includes an upbeat rhythm played traditionally on an accordion and a washboard.

When I asked Cam’ron’s mother if he was learning to play the accordion, she said, “He’s been pullin’ some.”

Today, we decided that a little trouble can be a good thing.

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