Dear Creative Life Force, the infinite healing power of creativity is the best gift you've given to us.

My God lives in the margins and witnesses to the broken-hearted.

Somehow, the things that are too much to bear alone are bearable together.

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

I learned that love and support can be expressed in many different ways by different people.

Emergence, becoming, is inherent in each of us.

Do we who are UUs really believe in the values of our faith enough to enact to them in bold, clear, and unequivocal ways?

Help me live in gratitude for the LGBTQ+ ancestors who paved this road we walk and roll on.

I feel sad to lose a spiritual practice that I can now recognize, honor, and appreciate.

Memorial Day is not to be celebrated. It is to be observed, scrutinized, and witnessed on behalf of the true witnesses of our human failure to love our neighbor as ourselves.

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

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

Spirit of Life, remind me to release that which no longer serves me so that I may be present to joy.

I am no longer a victim of change: I am shaping the world that is to come.

May we be with one another in solidarity and struggle.

Sometimes love is simply letting someone else like what they like.

May I have the wisdom to be curious when I find myself grumbling about “them.”

I often wondered about the term, "settled minister" -- since I come from a long line of wanderers.

A triumph of love over death is the core of the Easter message.

In planning for post-pandemic church, you may find this opening reading useful. As the author reflects, "No one's done this in living memory."