Today, we are charged to remember. To know that as we live together in community, we are also in community with the silently singing lives in the vast congregation of the earth as well... Let us remember, and then act.

Crows found ways to adapt to our concrete forests but we have not yet found ways to make sure we are in balance with the rest of creation.

All organisms make ecological living places, altering earth, air, and water... In the process, each organism changes everyone’s world.

Spirits of winter, I celebrate you!

Is it not a marvel?

Remind me that life is magical and mysterious.

My vet said, “She's telling you thank you for letting her go.”

The changes that take place in winter are a kind of alchemy, an enchantment performed by ordinary creatures to survive.

We already have everything we need within us to meet the life that is before us.

Maybe hope is fleeting. It leaves and returns again; there’s beauty in its impermanence.

Arm's length: What was once a defensive or suspicious expression has now become a gesture of care, an indication of love and protection.

Part of being in community is noticing what's needed. Part of being in community is doing what is necessary but unclaimed.

In my chapel, redwing blackbird unravels her liquid song in the cattails.

There is relief and remorse equally in my heart as the growing season comes to a close.

What it means to have a pet is to love someone who speaks a language you do not. A dog will bow and prance, a cat will purr and blink. A guinea pig will giggle and squeak. A long time ago a friend of mine had a dog with soft ears, and considered herself the pup’s guardian....

If justice is to be realized, our voices must speak loudly—even boisterously—of love.

We can’t always predict which choices will wind up having a huge impact on us, whether it's bringing home a stuffed animal or taking a particular train to Oxford Circus.

Surrender is the last thing, often the only thing, available. And so we give ourselves to it. We fear it is our end. Sometimes—with grace or luck—we find it is our liberation.

What, exactly, are we doing when we invite love into our lives? Surely we know that it's much tidier without it, when things stay at a distance.

Who are the angry birds in my life? What are the sticks I carry in my heart so as not to be hurt again?