Category: Chakras

Moving

Between what is packed away and what is yet to come, there is a quiet room where memory and possibility sit together.

This week, I thought I would revisit an older post about home. But as I sat with it, I realized the truer story is the one unfolding now: boxes, decisions, memories, and the quiet emotional weight of deciding what stays and what goes. Years ago, my late husband Craig and I built a home on… Continue reading Moving

Like Water, It Will Pass

Water doesn’t hold on—it moves, softens, and finds its way forward. So can we.

Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky. Conscious breathing is my anchor. — Thích Nhất Hạnh The Sacral Chakra (Svadhisthana) is water.And water was never meant to be controlled into stillness—it is meant to move, swirl, rise, fall, soften, and release. Our emotions are much the same. They come like waves—rising, cresting,… Continue reading Like Water, It Will Pass

Victim and Villain: Two Sides of the Same Coin

Stone by stone, we learn how to stand.

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?

You are not an observer, you are a participant. ― Thich Nhat Hanh

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

Nothing to do

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

A quiet cup of tea, light on the window, and nothing that needs fixing.

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

1 · 1 · 1 — A New Year’s Meditation & Ritual

A pause. A beginning from center.

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