May we whisper thank you for all that is good in our lives. (Thank you) May we shout thank you! for the abundance of blessings. (Thank you) May we feel thank you, thank you, thank you, deep within our hearts and around us right now. May we be thankful, down to our bones, for this time together....

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

May we know that our interconnectedness is a miracle, and may it be a refuge for us.

We collectively share the sorrow of those individuals in the armed services who lost their lives in war.

Sometimes it feels like Father’s Day is more about enshrining a myth than it is about facing the realities of fatherhood.

May I speak from my learning and not from my habit.

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

It takes all sorts of caring to create a supportive community.

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

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

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

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

This is a prayer for working parents zooming another meeting with a little face joining in; for new parents, waiting for new life without support; for the single parents, doing all this alone.

Spirit of light and love Spirit of resistance Spirit of generosity That which serves as our conscience in this work That we do to dismantle white supremacy To empower the marginalized To insist that black lives matter, matter We have been angered We have been saddened We have been pushed to the...

Spirit of Life, Spirit of Love, we come today carrying our grief, our memories, and our love. We gather around screens and devices, reaching out with our minds and hearts to join in this most ancient of human customs: honoring one whom we loved who has died....

Sheltered in our homes, Or going to work, at risk, For week after week after week, We’re edgy, tired, a little raw. We are tender, vulnerable, Open. A little more open than usual. Those of us who are white, Who, before, might have been distracted Who, before, might have been too busy Who, before,...