One Unitarian Universalist’s way
Finding myself on the Camino de Santiago.
Deep magic
I'll keep being open to deep magic until I find a way to believe in it.
Where there can be no words
I go for fierce landscapes every chance I get.
So simple anyone can do it
You just sit in a chair and write, right?
On the days I eat
Music is a spiritual discipline for me. And I only need to practice on the days I eat.
Diverse baptisms
The first time, I emerged merely breathless, wet, and cold.
Schrödinger’s father
The impending death of a loved one often leaves us sitting in a between-state.
Holiday traditions, tangled up like lights
The holiday season can be a tangled web of memory, tradition, longing, and joy.
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.
Coming of age in an American internment camp
Rose Tanaka, a Denver UU, graduated high school at Manzanar, the infamous American internment camp for people of Japanese descent.
Flowers on the altar
Arranging flowers is a form of moving meditation.