Reclaiming My Voice, Remembering My Power

There’s a quiet shift happening within me, a steady, sacred rising I can no longer ignore. For so long, parts of me stayed hidden, tucked away beneath layers of silence, fear, and survival. But I’m not hiding anymore. Recently, I performed a ritual that marked a turning point in my journey. It wasn’t elaborate or showy, but it was powerful. In that sacred space, I acknowledged the truth I’ve always known deep down: I have walked this path before. I am a healer, a medicine woman, a keeper of ancient knowing that runs through my blood and bones. This lifetime is not the beginning of my calling, it is a remembering. I’ve been told in more than one reading that I have been a healer in many past lives. And the more I learn, create, and tend to my garden, the more that truth feels undeniable. I’m stepping fully into that now. With my hands in the soil, herbs in my jars, and ritual in my breath, I’m reclaiming not just my voice, but the voices of the women who came before me. Those who were silenced, erased, or feared for their gifts. This is for them. This is for me. And this is for anyone who has ever felt like they had to shrink themselves in order to feel safe. I’m sharing this here not for applause, but for presence. For truth. For connection. Because if you’re reading this and you feel that stirring in your own spirit. That call to remember who you are beneath the noise You’re not alone. This space, this journey, this reclamation… It’s all sacred. And I’m grateful you’re walking beside me. With love and roots, Jana 🌻