There in the deep sack of night, a tiny Hope was born. 

What “toast, boast, and oath” might you offer this January?

I’m proud to belong to a living religious tradition that embraces evolution, both scientifically and spiritually.

I was often being a stern taskmaster over my mind. I yearned for more openness and joy.

I am no longer a victim of change: I am shaping the world that is to come.

We teach girls to be likeable, to be nice, to be false. And we do not teach boys the same. This is dangerous.

Sometimes, I know I'm hanging onto a part of my life that I'll eventually need to let go of...but not just yet.

Before I birthed my baby, he was a possibility, a kick against my insides. With that first cry, first breath, he became a person in the world.

One of my most treasured New Year’s traditions is coming up with a word for the year: a single word that I want to be the theme for my entire year. When I’m questioning what’s the right thing to do, I will look to my word of the year for guidance.

There are so many spiritual lessons from the natural world and—in a season filled with Ingatherings and Water Communions—this is one for me: oxbow lakes as a beautiful combination of resiliency, strength, and flexibility.

Who are you going to be, today? And tomorrow? Who are we all becoming, together?

Everything is about to change. And it already has. It will be. It was. It is. The dawn you eagerly await to end the long, cold darkness is already full sun far off in the east. Yet even after light’s return spring is months away. Thirty long years pass after His birth before the Messiah comes.

"We can change. People say we can’t, but we do when the stakes or the pain is high enough. And when we do, life can change."...

Tell me the story of my birth, and help me understand how you were changed the day I entered the world. Help me know love, deep in my bones.

We have narratives that guide the way we experience and know one another—but the Rev. Dr. William Barber often reminds me that “you must always believe the redemption of your enemy is possible.”

The most important lesson pottery has taught me is to not be attached to the final product—the process matters more than the product.

One: Spirit of Guiding Love, we give thanks today for all of the people who followed a dream, and whose vision, persistence, labor, and commitment have given us the gift of this labyrinth. All: Bless this labyrinth and all who use it....

What makes us human beings so uniquely wonderful in this puzzling universe is that we never give up on love. Against all odds, with no guarantee of being loved in return, out of the hate and hurt so often handed us, in the face of the sad suffering history has let us see, we go on loving....

Let us call each other to this time and place, as we seek the Ground of our Being. When invited, please respond: “I am arriving. Together, we arrive.” We are here in body, and yet we are still arriving. When we left our homes this morning, we left behind to-do lists, coffee, household tasks,...