Let this year be a clean slate for new beginnings.

There in the deep sack of night, a tiny Hope was born. 

What “toast, boast, and oath” might you offer this January?

What if sometimes it’s about sparking potential into possibility, and possibility into existence?

May we each find the balance point we need

May we remember that we each carry inside of us a spark of the Divine.

I’m proud to belong to a living religious tradition that embraces evolution, both scientifically and spiritually.

I was often being a stern taskmaster over my mind. I yearned for more openness and joy.

May the promises you have made to yourself about who you want to be feel closer to the reality of who you are right now.

I am no longer a victim of change: I am shaping the world that is to come.

We teach girls to be likeable, to be nice, to be false. And we do not teach boys the same. This is dangerous.

Let’s breathe and remember that it is not the device that has value; the value is found in the connections which the device allows us to sustain.

Sometimes, I know I'm hanging onto a part of my life that I'll eventually need to let go of...but not just yet.

Spirit of life and love, We gather together in different ways this morning, From computer screens, from telephones, from car radios, We gather, reaching out across the wires, waving from a safe distance, To come together in religious community....

Before I birthed my baby, he was a possibility, a kick against my insides. With that first cry, first breath, he became a person in the world.

For the new year, just days old, beginning today, always beginning: We light our chalice, symbol of faith, perseverance, and hope, in astonished thanksgiving and irrepressible praise. For beginnings that emerge out of endings, appear amidst continuity, become visible in hindsight: We light our...

Thresholds. We cross them every day. From room to room, from outside to inside, and back again, from here to there, from anywhere to everywhere, from age to age. Each threshold offers an opportunity for change, for renewal, for transformation, from what we were and what we are to what we can be....

One of my most treasured New Year’s traditions is coming up with a word for the year: a single word that I want to be the theme for my entire year. When I’m questioning what’s the right thing to do, I will look to my word of the year for guidance.

There are so many spiritual lessons from the natural world and—in a season filled with Ingatherings and Water Communions—this is one for me: oxbow lakes as a beautiful combination of resiliency, strength, and flexibility.

We gather together this morning tenderly—like drops of dew on a leaf of grass hopefully—like gathered raindrops in a cloud gleefully—like water rushing in a stream to the sea deeply—like groundwater pulled up from a well We gather from every direction, for another year of growth and depth,...