We were all quite willing to allow the sunshine. It was the storms we had a problem with. At our Sunday Women’s Group, we always read an oracle card. This last Sunday, the card was: ALLOWING — Let It Happen. Oh, lovely, I thought. I can always use a little inspiration around letting things go.… Continue reading The Storm Within the Storm
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The World Is My Oyster and I Am the Pearl
A few months ago, I fell into a hole. Not a real hole, although sometimes it felt deep enough to qualify. Something happened that frightened me. Fear opened the door to frustration and anger, and before long I was feeling powerless, desperate, and more than a little sorry for myself. I wallowed. For days, weeks,… Continue reading The World Is My Oyster and I Am the Pearl
The Day the Buick Ran Out of Gas
Lady Uppity had imagined motherhood beginning with grace and dignity. Instead, she found herself attempting to fold a very pregnant body into a Porsche because someone had forgotten to put gas in the Buick. She weighed all of ninety-eight pounds when she became pregnant—a mere wisp of a woman, her doctor remarked rather condescendingly. He… Continue reading The Day the Buick Ran Out of Gas
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
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
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
The Presence That Remains
I once believed I could not find my way through life without you. I was wrong. Each day I am greeted by your face, your familiar smile, and I am filled again with awe — with gratitude for the presence that remains. You took me in — wounded, scared, desperate.You wrapped me in unconditional love… Continue reading The Presence That Remains
Presence Asks You to Feel What Cannot Be Fixed
I am sitting here, fingers at the keyboard—aka, pen in hand—writing. Fear is present. She is almost always here. My knee-jerk reaction is to banish her. My ego voice says, Oh, my Lee! We have a ton of emails to respond to. And what about all the social media posts—people will think you are rude,… Continue reading Presence Asks You to Feel What Cannot Be Fixed
Standing Inside Love Without Effort
Yesterday, when I stopped trying to feel anything at all, I felt something I can only call home. After days, months — even years — of schlepping around the stories, the fears, the anxiety, I gave up. I surrendered. I stopped, took a deep breath, and closed my eyes. My thoughts drifted to my late… Continue reading Standing Inside Love Without Effort