This is my favorite thing about seaweed: it feels so much like my neurodiverse brain.

Spirits of winter, I celebrate you!

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

Carl the golden retriever learns about the limitations of the Golden Rule.

love is your song and you are fully loved in turn

God, Your creation is not yet done creating you.

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

There is hope through imagination.

May we remember the belonging that is ours simply because we were born.

Beneath the crust of earth, seeds and bulbs lay in store.

From this ground, let us sow mercy, justice, and compassion.

Soak in the mystery and beauty of the universe.

Darkness is as important as light.

One of the Goddess’s best friends was a cardinal—a bright red bird who loved to play with the Goddess and the Sun.

May your kindness abound like hydrogen, which fuels every star.

Little changes can snowball into massive impacts.

I choose to believe in the God who makes me kinder.

Beneath the snow, life is bursting, preparing for the next season.

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

Water sustains, gives, and yields to / Life.

We are living today with time to do good for ourselves and for each other.

Masks let us be someone or something totally different from who we usually are.

we are here, and flowing, in and of, made of, because of You

Though we experience discomfort, we are excited to give birth to a new, just world.

We light this chalice today to illuminate our way toward Love.

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

Breathe in for caregivers of all kinds who give of themselves to make other people’s lives better, more whole.

A movement meditation for all ages

The wilderness alongside every moment, sprawling in each direction, holds more than the silence that theologians imagine of God.

At the core of American racism is the belief that the things we the Blacks desire, the fact that we the Blacks desire, are perversions.

It often feels like we’re shouting into the void. It was a gift to be reminded that sometimes someone is listening.

Once there was a wise woman named Athenerva.* Athenerva would travel from town to town in her country, spending a few days, maybe a week in each town. People came to her with difficult problems or arguments they were having with others, and she would help them find their way toward satisfying...

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

This story is great to be acted out by four women (of applicable ages for each direction) around a large bowl/vessel....

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

Blessed is the dark, in which our dreams stir and are revealed. Blessed is the dark of earth, where seeds come to life. Blessed are the depths of the ocean where no light shimmers: the womb of all earthly life. Blessed is the light into which we awake, the light that sparkles on the waters: that...

God, teach us to consider also how others experience the world. To understand how my reality and their reality are different and yet they share qualities of the same core desire. Teach us to listen for shared feelings, for places of connection. Teach us to be curious and open to hearing differences.

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...

Rain falls upon the surface of the earth, and pulled by gravity each drop begins to flow downhill. Drop merges with drop, flowing together, into a trickle, a streamlet, a creek, a mighty river, flowing onward. Some of the water seeps down into the earth itself, as groundwater, or deep aquifers,...

This was written as a blessing for pouring out the Water Communion waters onto a memorial garden. Like water that swells rivers and fills the ocean, the memories of those we have loved rush through us. Sometimes they are quiet, almost as if we have forgotten—and then suddenly, they flood our...

Recognizing the beauty around us and within us, in voice and spirit, we gather to light our chalice. May we savor the beauty of our abundance and diversity, always cherishing one another and our earth. May we remember to inhale the lushness in life knowing that we are a people of beauty.

This recipe has been tweaked over time, so adjust as necessary. Sometimes it yields more servings than anticipated. Sometimes it needs a bit more of this ingredient or that. It comes from generations who have gone before me, and I've added my own flavor along the way. A Recipe for Resilience One...

We live on a fragile island of life, in a universe of possibilities. For many millennia, humans have been on a journey to find answers, answers to questions about naturalism and transcendence, about who we are and why we are, and of course, who else might be out there. Is it really just us?...

I call the tall bush on my back patio “Burning Bush” because in autumn its leaves are a fiery red. All winter long I overlooked three uninhabited nests inside of it. For months and months I could have perceived—but didn’t—what was in plain sight. ...

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.

Humans make maps of stars, choosing some stars, ignoring others, to project our imaginations onto the heavens. These maps shift over time, across cultures. Names change for the same assemblage of bright points: Drinking Gourd, Big Dipper, Plough, Lost Hunters [1], Saptarishi [2]. Humans make...

Did you notice that in the story of Christmas there are lots of journeys? Mary and Joseph have to go on a journey. The shepherds have to go on a journey. And those angels must have gone on a journey to find the shepherds....

It is my only memory of a lesson from Kindergarten Sunday School class. Maybe it’s the only one that counts.

It would be a quieter holiday, no fireworks or loud parades, no speeches, no salutes to any flag, a day of staying home instead of crowding away, a day we celebrate nothing gained in war but what we’re given — how the sun’s warmth is democratic, touching everyone, and the rain is democratic...

"The soul is made of love and must ever strive to return to love. Therefore, it can never find rest nor happiness in other things. It must lose itself in love. By its very nature, it must seek God, who is love." —Mechthild of Magdeburg, 13th century Germany For twelve years, Daisy has been the...