Lady Uppity had slowly, finally, stopped assigning authorship of her inner state to other people. She now recognized just how deeply she had betrayed herself by remaining tethered to others’ opinions and needs. The atmosphere of the kingdom of Proper Behavior — so named by the Duke of Worrington — was changing. Once, it had… Continue reading There Was Now a Moon Circle on Thursdays
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The Uppity Woman and the Missing Television
Lady Uppity discovers what was missing was never the television. Once upon a time, in the Kingdom of Proper Behavior, women over sixty were expected to knit quietly and apologize for existing. Then one morning, upon discovering that her television was not in its usual place, Lady Uppity stormed through the palace shouting: “WHERE IS… Continue reading The Uppity Woman and the Missing Television
Today Is My Peaceful Day
Each morning, I begin with a simple ritual.I write in my journal: Today is my peaceful day. I write it at least three times.Then I stand, feel my feet on the floor, glance around the room, and speak the words out loud. These words are more than a mere affirmation.I feel them deep in my… Continue reading Today Is My Peaceful Day
When We Did Not Turn Away
In our Sunday Women’s Circle, we spoke to the elephant in the room. One by one, each woman faced the feelings churning deep within. Courage became our staff to lean on. It wasn’t only the fear of a world that feels unstable. It was the bitter taste of betrayal. Still, one at a time, we… Continue reading When We Did Not Turn Away
Rooted
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
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 Uppity Woman’s Guide to Sovereignty
I Stopped Carrying Pain That Was Never Mine There comes a time in every woman’s life when she realizes she has been carrying sorrows, expectations, judgments, and wounds that never truly belonged to her. Some were inherited—passed down through a lineage that began long before Jesus, Mary Magdalene, or Buddha. A lineage that taught women… Continue reading The Uppity Woman’s Guide to Sovereignty
Beyond the Veil: A Love Letter to the Witness
Ram Dass once said: By cutting through the veil of illusion, one realizes they are not the body or the mind. In fact, we are seduced into the appearances of reality. The game is to get free from attachments to the senses by using the witness. I keep coming back to that line—using the witness.… Continue reading Beyond the Veil: A Love Letter to the Witness
Freedom
A Meditation for Independence Day As we approach Independence Day, I’ve been reflecting on the many layers of freedom that live in body, heart, and spirit. I am free to be all of me, through grace and growth. ~Lee Byrd Freedom to rest—cradled in the arms of Mother Earth.Freedom to embrace passion and joy, to… Continue reading Freedom
We Are One Thing Only
Embracing our true nature. As a child, I longed to know who I was. I knew my name and the names of my parents, siblings, and other relatives. I knew where I lived, how old I was, and what grade I was in school. I yearned to know something but didn’t know what that something… Continue reading We Are One Thing Only