There’s a woman seated in the forest, dressed in roots.She’s not trapped.She’s rooted. This morning, I woke shaking.My body remembering.Stories in the world tapping on old doors. “No. Not this again.”I cried.When will it end? For a moment, I wanted the memories gone — erased, buried, finished once and for all. But wanting them gone… Continue reading Rooted
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A Doorway, Not a Wound
A short while ago, someone posted something on social media that felt unkind to me.It was a slanted half-truth — just enough distortion to sting. I don’t know this person well. I suspect they were moving from their own unresolved pain. Still, it hurt. It was passive-aggressive. Aimed. And I found myself asking the old… Continue reading A Doorway, Not a Wound
The Presence That Remains
I once believed I could not find my way through life without him. I was wrong. Each day I am greeted by your face, your familiar smile, and I am filled again with awe — with gratitude for the presence that remains. You took me in — wounded, scared, desperate.You wrapped me in unconditional love… Continue reading The Presence That Remains
Victim and Villain: Two Sides of the Same Coin
The pain is part of my story — but it is not the story. It was my usual Thursday morning session, sitting with my trusted friend and Zen therapist. Once again, I was sharing the tragedy I believed was my life. Even though he’d heard my story countless times, he listened with deep, loving compassion.… Continue reading Victim and Villain: Two Sides of the Same Coin
What Does it Mean to Walk Peace Into the World — In a Kitchen, In a Sentence, In a Breath?
No, I’m not walking 2,300 miles. But I am walking — through grief, through illness, through fear, through change, through truth-telling, and through writing. Each step becomes a meditation. With each step, I breathe, reminding myself: I am here. I belong. I am safe. In this way, even the smallest movement becomes a quiet prayer… Continue reading What Does it Mean to Walk Peace Into the World — In a Kitchen, In a Sentence, In a Breath?
Why We Cry
I have the flu, the kind of flu where my body aches with relentless pain, I cannot keep anything down, and getting out of bed takes all the energy I can muster. So, I sleep. And when sleep isn’t possible, I watch endless videos of the monks’ 2300-mile Walk for Peace. And I cry with… Continue reading Why We Cry
Welcome Home
The Companionship of Presence Since childhood, I’ve had this overwhelming need to have something to say. As a kid and a young woman, this desire led me to blurt things out, usually without thinking through what I wanted to share. And, as one can imagine, this often caused people to move away or ignore me,… Continue reading Welcome Home
Presence Asks You to Feel What Cannot Be Fixed
I am sitting here, fingers at the keyboard—aka, pen in hand—writing. Fear is present. She is almost always here. My knee-jerk reaction is to banish her. My ego voice says, Oh, my Lee! We have a ton of emails to respond to. And what about all the social media posts—people will think you are rude,… Continue reading Presence Asks You to Feel What Cannot Be Fixed
Standing Inside Love Without Effort
Yesterday, when I stopped trying to feel anything at all, I felt something I can only call home. After days, months — even years — of schlepping around the stories, the fears, the anxiety, I gave up. I surrendered. I stopped, took a deep breath, and closed my eyes. My thoughts drifted to my late… Continue reading Standing Inside Love Without Effort
1 · 1 · 1 — A New Year’s Meditation & Ritual
January 1, 2026 Today is a rare convergence:1 · 1 · 1 Not a call to start over,but an invitation to begin from center, from where we are now. A Soft 1 · 1 · 1 Meditation Take a moment. Place one hand on your heart, one on your belly. Let your breath slow. On… Continue reading 1 · 1 · 1 — A New Year’s Meditation & Ritual