Summer, Reclamation, and the Return of Power

A Season for Coming Home to Your Fire

If Spring is the season of emergence, Summer is the season of embodiment.

This is not a gentle return. It is a bold declaration.

Summer doesn’t whisper.

It blazes. It expands, and it takes up space.

And so do you.

This is the season when your No sharpens and your Yes deepens. When your energy is no longer given out of obligation but out of choice. When your time, your voice, and your body become yours again.

In Earth-based traditions, the Summer Solstice marks the longest day, the sun at its zenith. It is the moment the light cannot be ignored. In the ancient feminine, this is the season of the Wild Woman & Warrior, the One Who Remembers, she who knows how to tend the fire, not just for others, but for herself.

Across the Andes, the Quechua people of Peru celebrate Inti Raymi, the Festival of the Sun. Rooted in reverence for Inti, the Sun God, this sacred ritual honors the return of light, life, and power to the people. Inti Raymi reminds us that the sun’s strength is not only celestial but internal. We, too, must honor our inner fire and tend to our source of vitality as we step into the radiance of our rightful place in the world.

Reclamation is not loud for the sake of noise.

It is fierce because it was once silenced.

It is full because it once lived on scraps.

It is sacred because you paid for it with your pain, your patience, and your persistence.

You don’t need to prove your power.

You need only to stop handing it away.

To patterns.

To people.

To identities that never fit.

This is the season of the Bold Self.

The Self who stops performing and starts inhabiting.

Who unhooks from approval.

Who laughs too loud, rests on purpose, and says what she means.

She no longer twists herself into shapes to make others comfortable.

She remembers that power is not domination. Power is presence.

It is the quiet authority of knowing who you are.

It is the inner flame that does not need external validation to burn brightly.

And it is time.

Time to walk yourself home to your body.

To move for you.

To speak for you.

To dance, create, love, and rest for you.

Because the world does not need another woman shrinking.

It needs women who have reclaimed their fire.

So let this Summer be your Solstice.

The moment you stop dimming.

The moment you return to the center of your own life.

Not with an apology. But with authority.

You are not too much.

You are not too late.

You are just in time for your own becoming.

Reclaim your power.

Reclaim your name.

Reclaim the fire that was never lost,

only waiting.