We sang, we loved, we gazed up at the mysterious stars. We tried to understand what had created us, why we were here, why we suffered and how to keep what was precious.

From the New York Times–bestselling author of Wintering, an invitation to rediscover the feelings of awe and wonder available to us all

Guide us all to a Wild and Holy vision of our shared humanity.

Our faith, like a light, illuminates the path before us…

May we become quiet enough and still enough to notice the call deep within us that lures us towards what matters most, this call that lures us towards freedom and purpose.

We are whole and holy; we are loved beyond all measure. And in our refusal to accept anything less, may we know we are rooted in the infinite divinity.

We light this chalice to ignite the divine spark of the universe, whose pronouns have always been plural…

Monthly visits from the Omega Dance Company have reinvigorated services and enriched congregants’ experiences.

There in the deep sack of night, a tiny Hope was born. 

Fear not, the angels would text me. Hallelujah, I’d write back.

Is it not a marvel?

Remind me that life is magical and mysterious.

You are loved beyond your wildest imaginings by the spirit of creation.

We rekindle our connection to the sacred web of life.

Breathe in us, with us, and through us as we gather—one in community.

We are mourning the dead and fighting for the living. We're singing for joy and striving for meaning.

I need to celebrate our human family, whose power and potential shimmer against the backdrop of deep time, because we aren’t at our best right now.

Feel that? Each breath, every inhale, exhale We are living, breathing, connected. We are the whole, complete, beautiful selves that we were born to be. Feel that? In your bones, in your muscles In your heart and your blood That is the extraordinary you. The you who was born for this time, this...

See how the winds have shaped her hands to hold hope? So tenuous, it trembles like a hummingbird’s heart. She gently carries hope to a nest in the midst of the maelstrom and tilts it into the bowl of tiny feathers and mosses. Hope is so hard to cup. She might need your help when it seeps through...