There is a fire inside every woman. A slow burn, a flicker, or a raging inferno, depending on how much she has allowed herself to feel, to know, to remember.

For generations, we have been told to quiet that fire. To dim our brilliance, to swallow our rage, to tame our wildness into something more palatable, more digestible for a world that prefers us small and silent. But what if that fire is not meant to be contained? What if it is the very essence of our power?

I have seen what happens when a woman rekindles her own flame. When she lets it rise through her body, melting the layers of conditioning that have kept her from herself. When she stops apologizing for being too much, too loud, too fierce.

This is not about destruction—it is about transformation. Fire does not only consume; it purifies, it creates, it makes space for new life. And so I ask you: where have you been dimming your own flame? Where have you been taught to fear your own power? And what would happen if you allowed yourself to burn, fully and unapologetically, in the fullness of your own light?

Recently, I began re-reading Women Who Run With The Wolves by Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes with an incredible group of women. It is easy to forget this wild, untamed nature within each of us. It is easy to forget that we can sing over our own bones, reanimate the La Loba inside of us. I don't believe that I will ever cease to be amazed by the power these words carry. They are a prayer, an invocation. More than that, they are a call to action, not simply for our own natures, but for the sake of our daughters, our sons and our communities. These words hold a history that we have ignored for too long.

It is time to reclaim this liminal creature. She has been awaiting our return.