Tag: meditation

When We Did Not Turn Away

When we do not turn away, even the heaviest things can rest. Image credit: alexas_fotos via Pixabay.

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

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?

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

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

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)

Freedom

A dawn of quiet celebration—honoring the freedom to greet each new day with open arms and an open heart.

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

The Power of Presence

Presence is the state of awareness of this present moment. We empower ourselves when we move from Presence. Lee Byrd When we take the time to slow down and realize Presence, our world view changes. It is this space allows us to move from the perspective of our higher, authentic self. Clarity arises in Presence.… Continue reading The Power of Presence