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.

Some geologists believe that gases from the earth caused the Delphic oracle’s fits of passion and her prophecies. But the scientific answer does not mean the Greeks were foolish to believe they had a relationship with Apollo; it does not erase the relationship they had with their gods.

Disturbance opens the terrain for transformative encounters… Humanists, not used to thinking with disturbance, connect the term with damage. But disturbance, as used by ecologists, is not always bad—and not always human.

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

I look up and experience her music as a Beatitude of Peace, a feathery sonnet that rings of grace and hope...

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

The oldest stories tell us we came from the dust, and to dust we will return. But dirt? That’s different. Dust is fine, often even sterile. Dirt, on the other hand, is made up of messier stuff.

It takes courage to bring our trust forward and invite another person to meet us there. This sometimes sure, often shaky, surrender is an opportunity to discover something deeper than the confines of our individual experience.

We light this chalice, here in the darkness of winter as we wait.

The fulcrum of the Earth tilts toward goodness and I will ride along…

Is it not a marvel?

I am singing/of the wonder of how roots/so love the buds they bid them grow...

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

The miracle of grace is available to us even when it has been left untended.

Remind me that life is magical and mysterious.

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

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

Ultimately it will be the small things that unite us...

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.

We rekindle our connection to the sacred web of life.

As you go forth into this new phase of your life’s adventure...

Breathe in us, with us, and through us as we gather—one in community.

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

Growing connects me to ancestors who had their hands in the dirt because it was keeping them alive.

In a world of scarcity, interconnection and mutual aid become critical for survival.

Respect one another, support one another, bring your gift to the world and receive the gifts of others, and there will be enough for all.

May we reconnect to our life-giving, breath-freeing connection

Water sustains, gives, and yields to / Life.

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

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

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

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

Watershed moments are turning points, moments that permanently alter an understanding.

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

Emergence, becoming, is inherent in each of us.

Spirit of Life, spirit of earth, spirit of all that breathes and all that is: we love you.

Easter is a holiday of miracles.

A movement meditation for all ages

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

We all honor the Spirit of Life, the Spirit of Compassion, the Spirit of Justice, the Spirit of Love

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

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

Like the sun moving toward the shortest day, each moment arises—and is gone before we know it.

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

What once seemed certain is now unpredictable, even dangerous.

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