Harvesting the Medicine Within: The Season of Reclamation

The air has shifted. The light has softened. 

The harvest season has arrived — that sacred turning of the wheel when we gather what has grown, release what no longer serves, and prepare the inner soil for what will come next.

Autumn reminds us that everything has its rhythm — expansion and contraction, blooming and surrender, speaking and silence. It is a time of reckoning and gratitude, of sitting with the truth of what we have cultivated — not only in the outer fields of our lives, but in the inner garden of our spirits.

For those of us walking The Wild Moon Medicine Woman Path, this season mirrors the deep work we’ve been doing: the reclamation of the Medicine Woman within, and the awakening of her most powerful tool — the voice.

Awakening the Throat Chakra

We have been remembering that the Medicine Woman’s voice is not merely sound — it is vibration, intention, truth, and healing. It is the echo of our ancestors rising through our throats. It is the chant that brings balance back to our bodies and our communities. It is the medicine that lives in word, breath, and prayer.

Across generations, women’s voices have been silenced, misinterpreted, or forgotten. Yet here we are — remembering. Remembering that our voices carry the frequencies of creation itself. Remembering that silence, too, can be sacred — when it is chosen, not imposed. And remembering that the act of speaking truth is a form of spiritual harvest — a gathering of wisdom that has ripened in our bones.

As I reflect on this season of harvest, I give thanks for my mother, my grandmother, my great-grandmothers, and all the women whose prayers, songs, and stories flow through my blood. Their voices amplify my own — and through me, the voices of my three daughters resound even stronger. This lineage is my altar, my root, my reminder that I do not speak alone.

This season invites us to speak life into the spaces that once held our fear. To name what we’re ready to release, and to give thanks for the lessons that shaped us. To call our power home — word by word, breath by breath.

So as you move through this harvest season, I invite you to listen deeply:

• What truths are ready to be harvested from your heart? 

• What stories or patterns are asking to be laid to rest?

• What song is rising within you, waiting to be sung into the crisp autumn air?

Let your voice become your offering. Let your truth become your medicine. Let this season of harvest be not only about what you gather, but what you remember.

Because the Medicine Woman is not becoming — She is re-emerging. She is you. And the time to speak her name is now.

Ashe. So it is.

Je