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.

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

Spirits of winter, I celebrate you!

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

Is it not a marvel?

Remind me that life is magical and mysterious.

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

My vet said, “She's telling you thank you for letting her go.”

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

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

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

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

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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.

This quite perfect accidental photo.

Owners of small yards can create a food triangle by connecting the garden, kitchen, and chickens.

We light this chalice in honor of the animal realm, Furred and hoofed, two-legged, four-legged, many-legged, Fanged and clawed, gentle and fierce, wild and tame. May we remember that all animals are our relatives, Worthy of our care and respect.

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

‘Birds represent the glorious continuation of their extinct dinosaur ancestors.’