Tag: mindfulness

The Sacred Threshold

Lady Uppity woke feeling sad. And a little terrified. Perhaps I’m just a little homesick. After all, it had been two months since she left home, relocating while the mold was eradicated and the flooring repaired. Insurance delays had stretched the work far longer than anyone expected. Lost in thought, sipping her morning coffee and… Continue reading The Sacred Threshold

Wobbling

Every step became a conversation.

Lady Uppity had become well acquainted with wobbling. It hadn’t always been that way. Once upon a time, she walked without giving a single thought to where her feet might land. Then, one February morning a few years ago, life insisted she pay attention. She woke in pain. Intense inflammation had settled into her body,… Continue reading Wobbling

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

The Quiet Search for Approval

Rest is not always laziness. Sometimes it is recovery from years of invisible effort.

Lady Uppity was exhausted and didn’t fully realize just how tired she was until her head hit the pillow that first night. She slept for hours, woke only long enough to eat some yummy fruit and toast — thanks to Lady Birdsong’s generosity and kindness — then promptly took another nap before going to bed… Continue reading The Quiet Search for Approval

There Was Now a Moon Circle on Thursdays

Sometimes the kingdom changes quietly — one garden, one laugh, one moon circle at a time.

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

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

Today Is My Peaceful Day

Morning light, a warm cup, and a quiet reminder: 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