I experience the creative impulse as living just under the surface of the daily grind: tugging; imploring, When do we all get to sing together again?

In Brevard, North Carolina, Unitarian Universalists made 104 clay chalices in their homes—a hands-on way to stay connected.

Congregational music programs had to adjust quickly when the coronavirus pandemic forced worship services online. Now many are facing the reality that they might not meet in person again until next spring.

This quite perfect accidental photo.

Book to note: Redemption Songs: A Year in the Life of a Community Prison Choir.

music arises from depths unknown often without words but never without meaning and spirit rises from deep within me seducing my body to join the song first a tremor in the soul, then tapping of toes breath aligns with breath, heart beats in syncopation and a stuttering buzz in my throat becomes a...

We're grateful to Linda Hirschhorn for sharing her song, created in March 2020 and inspired a Bertolt Brecht quote: "In the dark times will there also be singing? Yes, there will also be singing about the dark times.” Linda invites your feedback...

who are we the people to keep people / from cropping the ‘amber waves of grain’

Surround yourself with skillful teachers. Let them teach you, but don't let them do it for you. That learning is yours to do.

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

‘The more I worked with it, the more I liked the idea of God’s grace as three sweet teenagers following me around.’

May I always remember that Tango, like life, is a dance of the people. It’s meant to be shared, not practiced in isolation.

Book to note: ‘Goodness Gracious: A Gratitude Book for Children.’

Many artful touches make the building and grounds of the Unitarian Universalist Church of Spokane memorable.

As a hospital chaplain, I often listen to painful stories. We call it compassionate presence, but I may be crying inside. When words fail, I pray and sing.

As flame is to spirit, so spirit is to breath, and breath to song. Though we extinguish the flame in this sanctuary, may we tend it in our hearts until we meet again.

What delights me in watercolor is ‘the moment of magic,’ when water touches pigment and flows with a transparent life of its own.

We need to stop banishing embodiment from our worship.

See now the daybreak of our love: Through it may we be lifted, For when the nightfall closes in, May strength anew be gifted. Yes! Love endures on this good Earth. Our steadfast hope we’re bringing; We sing a truth no creed can end. How can we keep from singing? Good people gather to proclaim new...

It's hard to feel gratitude for something when you're focusing on what’s wrong with it.