Harm of one is harm of all.

We proclaim with Love on our side: Our bodies are sacred. Our minds are blessed. Our spirits are beloved.

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.

When I remember to orient myself within the bigger picture, it recalibrates my perspective.

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.

Some geologists believe that gases from the earth caused the Delphic oracle’s fits of passion and her prophecies. But the scientific answer does not mean the Greeks were foolish to believe they had a relationship with Apollo; it does not erase the relationship they had with their gods.

Disturbance opens the terrain for transformative encounters… Humanists, not used to thinking with disturbance, connect the term with damage. But disturbance, as used by ecologists, is not always bad—and not always human.

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

Here we engage in a holy alchemy, finding beauty in the ordinary and life in the present.

A centering practice for meetings, gatherings or worship in person or online.

If you have come here tonight on Rosh Hashanah and feel that there is nothing to examine, no wound in your life to heal, no relationship to repair—then I hope you will listen especially closely to the shofar.

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

We come from many places—along different paths, bringing different truths.

Prayers to be said on the four Sundays of Advent while lighting the Advent candle wreath.

Let this year be a clean slate for new beginnings.

I look up and experience her music as a Beatitude of Peace, a feathery sonnet that rings of grace and hope...

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

This is my favorite thing about seaweed: it feels so much like my neurodiverse brain.

People who aren't neurodiverse tend to frame neurodiversity as symptoms of inconvenience to people around them. For me, my ADHD means beauty.

The oldest stories tell us we came from the dust, and to dust we will return. But dirt? That’s different. Dust is fine, often even sterile. Dirt, on the other hand, is made up of messier stuff.