We proclaim with Love on our side: Our bodies are sacred. Our minds are blessed. Our spirits are beloved.

A centering practice for meetings, gatherings or worship in person or online.

Turn toward the thaw, and turn toward the rebirth of spring with New Hope.

I encouraged my students to question authority, especially my authority, because only rarely can we recognize our biases without help.

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

Sometimes we need someone to witness the pain in holy stillness.

Embodying all of me is the best way I know to love the world.

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

Our bodies are so wise, and they hold so much information.

Is it not a marvel?

I belong, and you belong, and we belong—just as we are.

We are the hands and feet of love. And sometimes its fingernails, too.

Soak in the mystery and beauty of the universe.

There's an older rhythm calling us to rest.

Let us be grateful for the vital force that wakes us and moves us.

As sacred beings, we hold the wisdom to know what is best for our own selves.

We come together trusting that in gathering we will be renewed.

We hold in our hearts those who aspire to move from age-ing to sage-ing.

Pleasure is one of the ways we know when we are free.

Motherhood must be a choice. It cannot be chosen for us.

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

When disability is understood as dependency, disability is posited in direct contrast to American ideals of independence and autonomy.

Ableism is lived out purposefully, accidentally, and unknowingly.

Disability is often elusive and changing.

If I want well-being to be my truth, I must reclaim and protect it.

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.

Ask yourself, in your heart: What or who are you grateful for?

For all that we’ve learned; for all that we’ve lost; for the healing we need.

I am learning to give up needing to know the answers, and instead live with the questions.

May the beginnings and endings in our stories be held in unconditional love and acceptance.

It’s so [easy] to see the one disabled person and say, She needs a cure so she can fit into our world.

When I was small and just learning how to do life in my body, I didn’t hesitate, didn’t hold back, didn’t worry how it would look, didn’t look for cues or ask for a line. My imagination ruled... I was entirely free to be, driven by the innovation my body inspired. This is the wild...

The following is an excerpt from the Theological Statement that opens the May 2018 Report of the UUMA Ableism Task Force. The members of that Task Force were Rev. Josh Pawelek and Rev. Barbara F. Meyers, co-chairs; Rev. Mark Belletini; Rev. Erika Hewitt; Rev. Evan Keely; and Rev. Theresa I. Soto.

Committing to right relationship means being willing to revise our practices when we learn that previously accepted habits might be harmful.

Your individual niceness is inadequate to deal with the brutality and the viciousness of what white body supremacy has done to my people.

Inhale—you are Creation. Exhale—you are Creator.

We cannot begin to find ourselves without love.

Can I do it again? Do I even dare? Do I have the strength? Because the cradle might be empty—again.

A movement meditation for all ages

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...

Uncertain as the world feels right now, love will bear whatever lies ahead.

I hope that this Great Silence, which has come alongside the suffering, holds the beginnings of our healing.

music arises from depths unknown often without words but never without meaning and spirit rises from deep within me seducing my body to join the song first a tremor in the soul, then tapping of toes breath aligns with breath, heart beats in syncopation and a stuttering buzz in my throat becomes a...

Feel that? Each breath, every inhale, exhale We are living, breathing, connected. We are the whole, complete, beautiful selves that we were born to be. Feel that? In your bones, in your muscles In your heart and your blood That is the extraordinary you. The you who was born for this time, this...

A new disease, without any cure, is pushing us apart. And, yet, we cannot escape one another. We need one another. Whether I acknowledge it or not, the guarantee of safety does not exist.

Give up the fight For some other moment Some other life Than here, and now Give up the longing for some other world The wishing for other choices to make other songs to sing other bodies, other ages, other countries, other stakes Purge the past; forgive the future— for each come too soon.

What if you thought of it as the Jews consider the Sabbath— the most sacred of times? Cease from travel. Cease from buying and selling. Give up, just for now, on trying to make the world different than it is. Sing. Pray. Touch only those to whom you commit your life. Center down. And when your...

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