Love this world, she whispers.

I am singing/of the wonder of how roots/so love the buds they bid them grow...

When we become fully aware of our limited time on earth we can still leave behind flowers and songs.

Remind me that life is magical and mysterious.

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

We are stronger together because we are different, and because we are one.

A triumph of love over death is the core of the Easter message.

My broken is what makes me who I am today.

We all honor the Spirit of Life, the Spirit of Compassion, the Spirit of Justice, the Spirit of Love

I hope that this Great Silence, which has come alongside the suffering, holds the beginnings of our healing.

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...

Somewhere in the world, there was a child and their grandparent sheltering in place, just like you are now - and they were really fed up, perhaps a bit like you are sometimes. The novelty of being at home all the time and doing whatever they wanted had worn off for the child and they felt...

Pleasure reminds us to enjoy being alive and on purpose... Pleasure—embodied, connected pleasure—is one of the way we know when we are free. That we are always free. That we always have the power to co-create the world. Pleasure helps us move through the times that are unfair, through grief and...

Surround yourself with skillful teachers. Let them teach you, but don't let them do it for you. That learning is yours to do.

This opening was written for two voices, as indicated below. 1: Welcome, who come in friendship who long for genuine community... 2: May you be graciously received here as your authentic self. 1: Welcome, who come in curiosity, full of questions or simply open... 2: May you embrace wonder and...

As we move deeper into the season, There are some things we know. Fall brings a growing darkness That we cannot escape. The nights become cooler And take on winter’s chill. The leaves on the trees and blades of grass Try on new suits of yellow, orange, red and brown....

Perhaps for a moment the typewriters will stop clicking, the wheels stop rolling the computers desist from computing, and a hush will fall over the city....

Do not be afraid of the darkness. Dark is the rich fertile earth that cradles the seed, nourishing growth. Dark is the soft night that cradles us to rest. Only in darkness can stars shine across the vastness of space. Only in darkness is the moon's dance so clear....