Unlike many Unitarian Universalists, I was brought up openly racist. I’ve made progress, and I still have a long way to go.

Breathe. For yourself. For each other.

It’s gotten so that if I call a loved one during that period of ten days between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, they’ll just ask, ‘Is this the phone call?’

Arranging flowers is a form of moving meditation.

I truly do not care if a god ever hears me when I pray, but praying together with others is among the most transformative work that I do.

My humanism is shaped by love.

There are people who say they love us, but who voted for someone whose policies and promises threaten us and our beloveds.

‘Old life recomposes into new life, and we are not separate from this grand, inclusive, regenerative scheme.’

Instinct, experience, and aesthetic judgment play a crucial role.

A really big decision defies visualization, because the choice itself changes who I will become.