We are that, says a little acorn pointing toward an oak tree.

Hold us gently as we gather closer together, comforting each other, healing each other.

Help us feel at home with ourselves and with one another so there is no need to pretend.

May we reconnect to our life-giving, breath-freeing connection

Out of mystery we are born, and mystery receives us when we die.

Sing in our hearts all the stirrings of compassion for the oppressed, for those who are scared and hurting.

Bless your intention, to love, to comfort, to draw close.

May the rainbow of love enfold you; may your fluidity never be hindered.

When I first entered the rooms of recovery, I thought I had nothing in common with the people around me.

While it may be urgent to work toward creating justice, I can’t do that unless I have a sense of calm.

For those of us who grew up in homes with addiction or dysfunction, it was so hard to know we were loved.

The moment of asking for help is a tender moment.

The real holy of holies happens in sobriety when relationships with self and others are healthy and whole.

Surrendering to the truth of my addiction has been the most empowering act of my life.

On this darkest night, may we observe the stars.

The story tells of a woman heavy with child, traveling with her partner to be counted in a census declared by a distant ruler unaware of the lives disrupted or the life that is to come....

May we find the care in our community to keep grieving and keep loving and keep living.

We are leaving a space that has been made holy.

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

Ask yourself, in your heart: What or who are you grateful for?