God, Your creation is not yet done creating you.

May we know ourselves as vessels of infinite possibility

We need places where we can come and find our grounding once again.

Darkness is as important as light.

We are learning to regroup and remember perfection was never the point.

It is in gathering that we find our hope.

Whether you have made promises, broken promises, or are renewing your promises, you are beloved and you are welcome here.

Without consent, our ability to create becomes not a blessing, but a burden and an imposition.

Let us marvel at the miracle of being here, right now.

We gather together....

Watershed moments are turning points, moments that permanently alter an understanding.

Set your compass to point towards hope and begin your journey home.

We cannot begin to find ourselves without love.

Easter is a holiday of miracles.

It's okay to be feel weary of resiliency and wholeness and learning and growth.

It is now, when we are called to act on our values, not to hide, not to fear, but to be bold and loud.

We are held by the great Book of Life, in which it is written that we will inevitably face deprivation and discomfort. Each among us must contemplate our own place in it all.

Come. Gather. Not into a common space— sharing a physical closeness we long for, precluded by wise choice. But come, gather into this common time and a common space. We need to be together. We yearn for connection....

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...

Give up the fight For some other moment Some other life Than here, and now Give up the longing for some other world The wishing for other choices to make other songs to sing other bodies, other ages, other countries, other stakes Purge the past; forgive the future— for each come too soon.