Exercises for the deeper, harder work of revising a text—and a life.
We are people who put windows in doors
Putting holes in things that used to be solid is hard. Some days, there is broken glass everywhere. And not all of us are skilled with the metaphorical power tools.
Even acknowledging my own racism is controversial
Seeing my own racism is like any other kind of self-knowledge: Unpleasant, but very real.
Meditations on justice and resilience
Selections from ‘To Wake, To Rise: Meditations on Justice and Resilience.’
Faith for the unbeliever
More than an adherence to a belief system, faith is an orientation to life.
Photography as a meditation.
Emptying my shoe
I can’t imagine where I’d be had I not found my Unitarian Universalist congregation.
Encaustic and wax painting: figure and landscape.
Ministry and the literacy of being human
If my role as an educator is my ministry, then every act of education is my prayer.
Poem: Benediction for the heavy heart
Breathe. For yourself. For each other.
Of course I’m racist
Unlike many Unitarian Universalists, I was brought up openly racist. I’ve made progress, and I still have a long way to go.
For appropriate seasonal seediness
We are all dependent on seeds, literally and metaphorically.