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
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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
The Quiet Search for Approval
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’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
Moving
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
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
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