Sally is one of our clinic clients and a friend in homeopathy. She has raised her children on homeopathy, and I’ve supported her daughter and now her brand new grandson on their life and health journeys!
Here’s a brilliant poem Sally wrote about the homeopathic remedy Sepia, which she has given me permission to publish here for you.
You may not know much about homeopathy or you may be a seasoned home prescriber or even a professional, it doesn’t matter because I suspect many people (all genders included!) may resonate with aspects of Sally’s story of one of our classic homeopathic remedies.
If you’d prefer to listen, the audio is below.
Listening time 4 minutes.
Sepia; a life in poetry – Elements of Health
And yes, the remedy is available to purchase in the online store!!
Sepia Polarities
She’s a conundrum, is the Sepia girl,
As a child she is constantly in a whirl.
Loving to dance and socialise,
Frightened of thunderstorms, you realise.
But energised by them, just the same.
If she gets involved, it’s like a game.
She hates to quarrel and runs for cover;
Hides until it’s all over.
The thought of having to take a side
Involves way too much effort which she cannot abide.
There’s stasis you see,
No activity.
As the years progress, she has to confess
That her sexual desires are obvious.
She craves much deep loving
But if she’s hurt, she knows there is nothing
To do but retreat
And admit her defeat.
Every month is a trial as the menses approach,
PMS and pain encroach.
Flow sometimes scanty and sometimes profuse,
Her uterus sags and feels quite loose.
She never knows when the bleeding will come,
But it’s such a relief; she has felt so numb.
The next thing you know
There are children in tow
It wasn’t easy for a foetus to stay
And several were lost along the way.
Morning sickness was terrible,
Almost unbearable.
And once they are born
The idea of sex she will scorn.
There’ll be no pretence
The pain is intense.
And the thought of being caressed
She will completely detest.
Now she is tired and so worn down,
Her skin is sallow and patchy brown.
She must sit down or cross her legs
For her uterus to fall out would be the dregs.
She feels so weepy but she doesn’t know why.
Oh God, she could cry, and cry, and cry.
She feels so cut off
She has to scoff
At the memory of fun
For now she has none.
She has nothing left to give,
If only those early years she could relive.
Everything is a strain.
Feels like she’s been run over by a train.
“Just leave me alone, go away for God’s sake
All you want to do is take.
I’m over it, I’ve had enough
Don’t you realise that life is too tough?”
The children winge, cling and demand
“Please, oh please, don’t misunderstand.
I really do love them,
But I seem to have forgotten,
The person I used to be
Back when I was me.”
Dinner is on but she feels deadly sick,
The heat in the kitchen is horribly thick.
She sweats and feels faint,
Happy she ain’t,
About her duties tonight,
Her resentment they incite.
“Let them wait” she decides
“Until my anger subsides.
I couldn’t care less
About their happiness”.
Her husband is sad
She’s got the blues real bad.
“What happened?”, he thinks
As his love for her shrinks.
“She loved to dance
But now if I glance
My head is snapped off
She’s so darn cross.”
The years pass by.
She has continued to comply.
But not without anger,
She still feels languor.
Menopause sets in;
She tries to take it on the chin.
Hot flushes abound but
There are opportunities around
To reinvent oneself
Now the children are somewhere else.
But she’s so tired; it’s hard,
She feels so scarred.
At last, there’s a light,
A visit to a homeopath feels right.
One dose of Sepia is all
She needs to stall
Those horrible feelings
And replace them with healings.
Her husband is ecstatic
The difference is emphatic.
His young wife has returned
As he always yearned.
He will be eternally grateful
That she is now not so hateful!