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.

Appreciation and deep witness are beautiful gateways for returning to our most authentic selves.

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

We don’t need to understand why someone sets a boundary to respect it.

It’s through our shared interdependence that we are sheltered and saved.

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

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

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

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.

I’m confident in our human ability to together muscle our way into renewing our world.

In this community, we hold hope close. We don’t always know what comes next, but that cannot dissuade us. We don’t always know just what to do, but that will not mean that we are lost in the wilderness. We rely on the certainty beneath, the foundation of our values and ethics. —Rev. Theresa I.

A lot of us feel like our lives should have come with instructions. Or maybe they did, but we lost the only copy a long time ago.

It was disruptive and strange to know that someone had died to bring this hope, and to wonder how the donor’s family mourned at the same time we rejoiced.

This is the beauty and sparkle of spiritual communities: needs arise and beloveds appear to ask, “How can I help?” There’s no fixed timeline, just the spiritual practices of generosity and stewardship.

If justice is to be realized, our voices must speak loudly—even boisterously—of love.

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.

I choose to believe in community. I choose to believe in the difficult, slow work of building a common life.

Spirit that runs through us all, help me to remember all the ways in which I am connected to others.

"Fear's pronoun is singular: I've got to watch out for me and mine. Love's pronoun is plural: we're in this together, and together we can grow things that will blossom even in a time of drought." —Kathleen McTigue My son, Caleb, and I went to Starbucks on a recent Saturday morning. We often do...

There we were, two strangers idling at the red light―but I felt seen, and blessed, by a stranger.