There is a difference between denying my voice and choosing how I use it. “Do you want to be right, or do you want to be happy? Forgive yourself and stop punishing yourself.”—Louise Hay Several months ago, I entered into what I thought was a discussion about essential oils. In case you don’t already know,… Continue reading I Don’t Need the Last Word
Tag: Intentional Life
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
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
Love Leaves Fingerprints That Often Don’t Appear Until Years Later
Lord Honey Bear loved to grow things. Not just vegetables or wildflowers, though he grew those beautifully. He grew gardens wherever life gave him a little patch of earth. Even the barren top of Lost Mesa, stripped nearly bare after years of overgrazing, became, in his hands, a place where native grasses swayed, and wildflowers… Continue reading Love Leaves Fingerprints That Often Don’t Appear Until Years Later
How Am I Not Myself
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
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
Lady Uppity Reclaims Her Sensitivity
Lady Uppity has been called many things in her life. Too emotional.Too sensitive.Too much. As a child and young woman, she learned quickly that feeling deeply was something to be managed—softened, hidden, explained away. But something in her always knew…this was never a flaw. Born under the deep waters of Scorpio, with the soft, intuitive… Continue reading Lady Uppity Reclaims Her Sensitivity
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
Soft is Not Weak
I read a story many years ago about the goddess Durga and how she restored balance to the world.In the myth, chaos had taken hold — fear, violence, and confusion spreading like wildfire. Even the greatest powers could not quiet the storm. Then Durga appeared.She rode in on the back of her lion, steady and… Continue reading Soft is Not Weak