Tag: freedom

My Computer Doesn’t Give a Damn If I’m Spiritual

I’ve spent decades pondering deep spiritual questions. I’ve sat with spiritual masters, teachers, and gurus. I’ve explored everything from breathwork to meditation. It’s been quite the journey. I’ve learned that, with a little effort, I can remain calm in busy airports when flights are delayed or canceled. I no longer need to throw the remote… Continue reading My Computer Doesn’t Give a Damn If I’m Spiritual

The Storm Within the Storm

We were all quite willing to allow the sunshine. It was the storms we had a problem with. At our Sunday Women’s Group, we always read an oracle card. This last Sunday, the card was: ALLOWING — Let It Happen. Oh, lovely, I thought. I can always use a little inspiration around letting things go.… Continue reading The Storm Within the Storm

Lady Uppity and the Department of Worthiness

In the early hours of the morning, as the sun made her first appearance of the day, Lady Uppity began to sense the not-good-enough fear’s presence. Her stomach was in knots; tears wanted to make an appearance. She did what she often did: Lady Uppity stood before the mirror of worthiness and asked the same… Continue reading Lady Uppity and the Department of Worthiness

God, Coffee & a Three-Legged Cat

Just because you are seeing divine light, experiencing waves of bliss, or conversing with Gods and Goddesses is no reason to not know your zip code.— Ram Dass I just finished my morning chat with God and came away with a simple recognition of some basic truths—the kind that are so easily overlooked and sometimes… Continue reading God, Coffee & a Three-Legged Cat

Lady Uppity and the Excuses Express

The bus that goes absolutely nowhere Lady Uppity does not drive. Which, one might think, would make the bus an especially attractive option. It does not. Lady Uppity does not take the bus. There. She said it. This should not be particularly noteworthy except that, for quite some time, Lady Uppity could not simply say,… Continue reading Lady Uppity and the Excuses Express

Lady Uppity Throws a Pity Party

Lady Uppity woke up feeling spectacularly sorry for herself. She briefly considered resisting it. Then she remembered the rules. If you’re going to throw a pity party… throw an excellent one. With great determination, she flung herself across the sofa, placed the back of one hand dramatically against her forehead, and released a sigh worthy… Continue reading Lady Uppity Throws a Pity Party

Lady Uppity Drops the Charges

The door had been unlocked for years. Lady Uppity simply had to realize she was free to walk through it.

Forgiving Herself for Past Mistakes The discovery that she had spent so much of her life abandoning herself in an effort to be loved and accepted took Lady Uppity’s breath away. As she sat in the early morning light, sipping her coffee and wondering what might come next, she felt an unexpected surge, like the… Continue reading Lady Uppity Drops the Charges

How Am I Not Myself

She was never not herself.

Refusing to Abandon Ourselves A few evenings ago, while watching a movie with Lady Birdsong, a single line caught Lady Uppity’s attention: How am I not myself? The question lingered. The longer she sat with it, the stranger it became, so much so that she set her wine glass down and jotted a note in… Continue reading How Am I Not Myself

There’s No Place Like Home

Sometimes home is not a place, but the moment we stop abandoning ourselves.

Lady Uppity considered herself a spiritually evolved woman until one burst pipe and three industrial drying fans revealed she was, in fact, still deeply attached to predictability. It started one warm spring morning. Lady Uppity did what she always does — she finished her morning meditation, made a cup of coffee, settled into her outrageously… Continue reading There’s No Place Like Home