On the days I eat
Music is a spiritual discipline for me. And I only need to practice on the days I eat.
The first time, I emerged merely breathless, wet, and cold.
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.
Struck from on high
Weird stuff is gonna happen, and you might as well get used to it.
In François Clemmons’s unlikely neighborhood
Clemmons looks back on his music career and his groundbreaking role on ‘Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood.’
A record of things wonderful
An atheist reckons with God, kids, and the Unitarian Universalist church.
Varieties of religious discernment
Each of my communities of faith has valued listening to the part of ourselves that knows where and how to leap.