Author: Lee Byrd

The Heart of an Empath

To be an empath is to feel the world in your own skin.

How to care for yourself when you feel the world too deeply This reflection follows my recent writing on Unconditional Love. Where that piece explored how we hold others in love, this one asks: how do we hold ourselves when we feel so deeply? To be an empath is to feel the world in your… Continue reading The Heart of an Empath

Unconditional Love: The Space That Remains

The curtain lifts, the sky opens, and love is revealed as the ground beneath everything.

The Confession I have been grappling with words, wondering what to say about the concept of unconditional love. Not because I don’t believe in it, but because the truth of it is so vast it almost defies language. Every time I tried to write, my ego—the need to “get it right”—pushed hard. I felt like… Continue reading Unconditional Love: The Space That Remains

Hands of Light: Awakening Our Natural Healing

Hands of Light — our hands can become vessels of energy, awakening natural healing and balance.

Your hands are prayers the body remembers.~ Yoga Proverb Chakras: The Body’s Energy Centers “Chakra” is a Sanskrit word meaning wheel or disc. In ancient yogic and spiritual traditions, chakras are understood to be energy centers within the body that influence our physical, emotional, and spiritual well-being. There are seven main chakras, aligned along the… Continue reading Hands of Light: Awakening Our Natural Healing

Love Is

Even through the cracks, love shines on.

Love is the whole thing. We are only pieces. — Rumi Sometimes love feels far away, hidden beneath the weight of our days. Yet when we pause and listen, we remember: love has never left us. It is the ground we walk on, the light that carries us through the dark, the breath that whispers… Continue reading Love Is

What the F*ck?! My Journey From Anger to Vastness

Part One begins at the root — where anger and fear live — with only the faintest glimmer of what lies beyond.

Part one of three Your Version of God Simply Does Not Serve Me I’m tired of defending myself and my gender. I’m tired of proving my equality, my worthiness, simply because I am female. I’m tired of this all-male club. Dang people! It is time to drop this damn fairytale and start telling the truth.… Continue reading What the F*ck?! My Journey From Anger to Vastness

The Wound and the Journey

Part Two enters the realm of the wound and the journey — from the depths of emotion toward the first glimmers of healing.

Part two of three … It happened in a meditation circle. After our quiet practice, we would share about our spiritual lives and any struggles we were having. When it came to my turn, I burst into tears. Through my sobs, I confessed my horrible secret: I believed I was the one person in all… Continue reading The Wound and the Journey

The Nameless Vastness

Part Three opens into the vastness — where the heart stands in harmony with the crown, and the journey finds its wholeness.

For a time, I called my God She. It was my way of tipping the scales back toward wholeness after centuries of only He. It was a balm, a rebalancing, a way to bring the Sacred Feminine back into the conversation. And it worked — for a while. But even She is too small. I… Continue reading The Nameless Vastness

Love Notes to Your Soul

A tender reminder for the days we forget: we are made of stardust, breath, and boundless possibility.

For Humans Who Keep Forgetting They’re Made of Stardust Some days I remember: I am made of stardust and breath and possibility. Other days, I forget.I forget that life is a miracle, even when it feels like a mess.I forget that the Universe has held me for every breath I’ve ever taken—and will hold me… Continue reading Love Notes to Your Soul

I Didn’t Understand Ho‘oponopono (Until I Did)

“You don’t have to earn your way home.” This image symbolizes the innocence within us all—the part that quietly walks the path of return, not to become worthy, but to remember we already are.

When “I’m Sorry” Became My Identity By the time I was 5 years old, the words I’m sorry had become my mantra; they lived in my mouth like breath. I constantly whispered them to myself, to others, and to the Divine. These words had become my identity. My naive little 5-year-old self, already lost in… Continue reading I Didn’t Understand Ho‘oponopono (Until I Did)

Today Is a Perfect Day for a Perfect Day

A sunrise blessing to begin again. “Today is a perfect day for a perfect day.”

A Gentle Return to Presence I recently thought that it was time to take a break from writing.And I meant it. I was feeling tired—not just physically, but spiritually. When you pour your heart into your work and the echoes return quietly, it can stir a soft ache: Does any of this really matter? But… Continue reading Today Is a Perfect Day for a Perfect Day