"The voice of a medicine girl all grown up..." -Jazmin Aminian Jordán Contemporary folk poems. How do we create the story of self? How do ancestors and pain shape our story? How do we self heal toward a life of sacred awareness? There is always a hydrangea front right flower bed next to the gate consumed by Morning Glory a woman comes to the garage sale and says That sure is an unusual color for a hydrangea then her and gran talk about the weather you like to think that your hydrangea is rare -The soil where you're planted, page 12