The Woman Who Returned to Herself
A recipe for finding peace wherever you find yourself in the journey
“She remembered who she was and the game changed.”
— Lalah Delia
You’ve been tamed and tested.
Praised for your softness, expected to hold it all.
You’ve poured yourself into everyone else’s cup and forgotten your own name more than once.
But look at you now.
You’ve stopped apologizing for your wild.
You’ve stopped trimming the edges of your magic just to fit in someone else’s story.
You’re not here to be small.
You’re not here to bounce back.
You’re here to root down —
to feed yourself with bone broth and blackberries,
to harvest the wisdom you’ve been growing for decades.
You’ve walked through blood and fire and came out tender instead of hard.
That’s your strength.
You’ve grown a garden in your body.
You’ve steeped sorrow into medicine and turned joy into ritual.
You are not what’s left after the best is over.
You are the keeper of stories, the midwife of meaning,
the woman who can feed a whole village from a kitchen full of scraps and herbs.
This isn’t a decline.
This is a return.
Return to lavender baths and long walks without explanation.
Return to hands in the soil, hips that sway, and soup that simmers all day.
Return to green things, to gut instincts, to full moons and fierce boundaries.
Eat whole food your body knows how to love.
Drink tea that smells like something sacred.
Say no when you mean no. Say yes when your heart roars it.
You are the wisdom now.
You are the hearth and the spark.
And no, you’re not for everyone — but you’re exactly right for you.
You are not fading.
You are flourishing.
Complex, bold, wild.
A woman in her flavor.
With dirt on your hands, salt on your skin, and fire in your heart — You are made of late summer soil, forgotten herbs, and the kind of knowing that only comes with time.
I love you.
I trust you.
I’m so glad you came home.
BSG- April 2025
A Prompt for You
Write a letter to the woman you are now.
What does she hunger for? What has she let burn away?
What still makes her laugh, sigh, and spark?
This is your season.
