Holy Reconciler, help us make peace with each other.

One of the Goddess’s best friends was a cardinal—a bright red bird who loved to play with the Goddess and the Sun.

I wasn’t really “born this way.” I grew this way.

Coming out is vulnerable, intimate, and holy.

We don’t need to understand why someone sets a boundary to respect it.

Your minister is not, cannot be, your friend.

Praise be for our connection. Help us to learn from each other.

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

Spirit of Life who dwells before and between and beyond all words… we open ourselves to you.

May you know that your care is powerful.

Start by telling the story of your mistake. Keep practicing! This is a tool you can use in many different situations.

It’s important to honor the footprint others leave on our heart.

I miss the way things were, and I know they’ll never really be the same.

A lot of us feel like our lives should have come with instructions. Or maybe they did, but we lost the only copy a long time ago.

I come from a long line of strong Black women. My grandmother used to share stories about how she caused “trouble” in town when a white man hired her to put up the displays in his store window. At that time, all the Black women in town worked as domestics in the homes of white ladies, or in the...

We have so many opportunities to bless each other in this world, but they don’t always announce themselves as moments of profound transformation.