Find Your Voice
- Taylor & Lauren
- Jul 1
- 3 min read
Updated: Jul 1
"What I know for sure is that speaking your truth is the most powerful tool we have."
-Oprah Winfrey

I was sixteen, surrounded by my friends in our basement, with a hairbrush microphone and a CD boom box, belting through Man, I Feel Like a Woman. Shania Twain was singing the exact thing we didn’t yet know how to say. I remember mouthing the words into the mirror like a spell, hoping maybe I’d become the kind of girl who knew how to speak up before the moment passed.
Back then, I didn’t know that “having a voice” wasn’t just about being loud. It was about knowing what you truly feel—and letting that truth rise.
As women, especially in our 40s and beyond, we often realize we’ve gone silent in ways that are hard to name. Not because we’re weak, but because life asks so much of us. We mute ourselves in the name of care, and sometimes…we forget the sound of our own hearts.
Finding your voice isn’t about shouting. It’s about remembering: what moves you, what sets your soul on fire, and what makes you want to sing, scream, or write it down before it disappears.
Scent is one of the fastest ways back to that memory—back to yourself. A quick whiff of cookies or lemonade and suddenly you remember who you were before the world told you to shrink.
This month’s playlist is filled with musicians who tell it plain—voices soaked in truth, vulnerability, and the kind of storytelling that rattles your bones.
“I have been to the movies, I’ve seen how it ends / And the joke’s on them.”
-Brandi Carlile
“Starting from zero, got nothing to lose/Maybe we’ll make something/Me, myself, I got nothing to prove.”
-Tracy Chapman
“I had to have this talk with you/My happiness depends on you.”
-Dolly Parton

A Ritual to Remember
This month, we invite you to speak your truth. A sensory ritual for calling your voice home:
Light a candle—red is a color of courage and white or yellow are some colors for clarity.
Press play on the playlist.
Sit with your breath. Place one hand on your throat, one on your heart.
Whisper your name aloud.
Say: “I am still here.”
Journal on this: What truth wants to rise in me right now?
If you feel brave, post a line from your journal in the comments below - a whisper or a roar, it’s all welcome here.
Your voice doesn’t have to be loud to be powerful. It might live in a whispered truth, a line in your journal, a hum you carry through the house. But when you honor it - when you stop editing your feelings down to what’s palatable - you start to return to yourself. Every time you choose to speak from the heart, no matter how small the moment, you're rewriting the story.
And if today you don’t quite know what to say, that’s okay too. Sometimes the first step is just breathing in...scent, sound, silence...and remembering you’re allowed to take up space. Your voice will come. It always does.
One Last Blessing
May you hum in the kitchen.
May you sing in the shower.
May you howl at the moon.
May you write it down.
May you say the thing.
May you find your voice…and use it.
We’re listening.

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