People who aren't neurodiverse tend to frame neurodiversity as symptoms of inconvenience to people around them. For me, my ADHD means beauty.

When someone lists Unitarians or Universalists, they usually name white men. Never anyone Black like me.

Remind me that success is not the only measure of a life.

Just as I can believe in others, I also believe in me.

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

I believe that we are all "life drummers" just waiting to join in the rhythm.

Spirit and Breath, create an openness that violence has constricted.

May you be tender and gentle with yourself

Self-compassion was one of the best gifts I gave myself.

Today we celebrate the new name that reflects a truth long-hidden, now revealed.

I rise on the shoulders of ancestors whose names I can not know.

May you feel the freedom to stretch fully into your most true self.

We are learning to regroup and remember perfection was never the point.

The power to choose is the power of life in the midst of brokenness.

My dreams matter, as they are connected to the dreams of my ancestors.

Taking what we need and leaving the rest behind isn’t only a one time thing. We can do it anytime.

We are full, sovereign human beings.

To understand that my humanity and my abundant flesh both demand dignity is to embrace fat liberation.

When you're shamed and ashamed, it takes a lot of positives to make up for even a few negatives.

Love calls me to rest when I feel disconnected

Dear Creative Life Force, the infinite healing power of creativity is the best gift you've given to us.

My God lives in the margins and witnesses to the broken-hearted.

My inner compass reminds me of the power we’ve been given to create a new future.

May I have the wisdom to be curious when I find myself grumbling about “them.”

"There are two moments that matter. One is when you know that your one and only life is absolutely valuable and alive. The other is when you know your life, as presently lived, is entirely pointless and empty. You need both of them to keep you going in the right direction. Lent is about both. The...

Since I was a kid, I have had a penchant and passion for my touch on my body. This was sometimes shameful, sometimes wonderful, and deeply private from fairly early on, as I received messages from family and neighbors that it wasn’t “right.” It has only been as an adult, as i have witnessed...

This is a "love saves" story.

Learning to love all of me—including the parts I used to be scared of—made the fear go away.

I do not believe the acts of oppressors are my people's shame.

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

I feel disoriented when I’m in a new place or situation and can’t figure out whether the rules are real or imaginary.

It’s important to honor the footprint others leave on our heart.

I take care of myself first, because I am deserving of exquisite care. I take care of myself to maintain the capacity to help others. I move and stretch my body every day. I spend time in nature, attuning my senses to the earth's wisdom. I ration my daily exposure to the news....

“Trauma is not what happens to us, but what we hold inside in the absence of an empathetic witness.”...

We all have our foibles; pieces of ourselves that we both admire and occasionally revile. These gifts and struggles exist in tandem.

Pleasure reminds us to enjoy being alive and on purpose... Pleasure—embodied, connected pleasure—is one of the way we know when we are free. That we are always free. That we always have the power to co-create the world. Pleasure helps us move through the times that are unfair, through grief and...

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The crisis was an opportunity to learn to be fully me and love it, inner turmoil and all. I learned that strength comes from authenticity, never from perfection.

I was made this way, in this body and this skin. Like all beings, I have an inherent good that cannot be eclipsed.

We can be cheerleaders for simple joys (even when we don't share them) and compassionate about the fact that we’re all just trying to survive.

The road not taken is not a fork. That’s too simple a thought, flipping some coin. Either/or. Nope. It’s not this or that. No or yes. It’s nor/ neither and all of the above and more. The road taken goes every way at once. There. There. They. Them. Go. Now. Live.

In her 1975 theological treatise Suffering, German liberation theologian Dorothee Söelle* examines the ways that suffering can knit humans beings closer together, and can draw us more fully into the process of loving. She uses the term apatheia, “the inability to suffer,” to describe the...

You matter. There is no one like you; never will be again, from the birth of the earth to its outermost end. You — an eager shout, a sacred “Yes!” that moves your flesh, your bone, your breath. You— she, he, ze, they, you are whole and okay, gracefully teaching your truth and your way. You...

The strength of water takes on many, many forms—just as each of you has a unique and necessary strength that you bring to our community and to the work of love. Take a moment now to drop down into the deep wellspring of your own spirit and bathe yourself in the strength that is the groundwater of...

We speak so often of brokenness in religious life, Let us speak today of wholeness....

Oh, divine Love, With the kindling of this flame, may we realize and love our true selves: Our true, round belly selves. Our true, bags under our eyes, selves. Our true, naturally hairy, selves. Our true, wrinkles on our skin, selves. May our self-love help keep our chalice ablaze.

Gracious God, We are not supposed to talk about hearing voices in our head. That’s how rumors get started. But there’s a voice, a familiar stranger, that we can’t seem to turn down or turn off. One that says we’re a mess, a mistake, a fool, a fraud. That voice says everyone else has it...

Sometimes people show up fully and be with me. And sometimes they cannot, even if they really care about me and want to help.

When I internalize cultural messages about the definitions of success or failure—or anything, really—I undermine my own sense of self-worth.

I saw a woman surrounded by the pressures to conform to adulthood, being the adult she always wanted to be when she was a child. She was as God made her, not who everyone else wanted her to be.