The phrase “God the Father” makes me cringe a little bit. The Patriarchy, Authority, Judgment — it evokes all those things, and that’s just not how I prefer to think of Spirit anymore. I avoid the capitalized, masculine pronoun. Even…
First, an update about mask-wearing at Sunday services… We’ve been feeling our way through this matter for seven weeks now, since our return to in-person indoor gatherings. It seems like it’s time to address it directly again. Oh, how I…
I’m attempting to maintain an even keel, to not flip my lid or totally lose my cool. And I keep catching myself doing so in ways that sometimes feel like a cop-out. To preserve a modicum of mental peace, I…
I got the word “undone” stuck in my head, and now I can’t shake it. Undone seems to be in the air these days. A conversation with Travis is what started me off. We were talking about this complicated, multi-step…
Recently, I read a piece about wombats in Australia sharing their burrows with other small animals escaping the ravaging bushfires. The wombat burrows are deep enough underground to be fairly fireproof, and complex and extensive enough to allow oxygen flow…
Several years ago I created a short quiz for a class I was teaching. I presented participants with lines of verse — some were contemporary pop lyrics, others were bits of sacred poetry from various traditions — and invited them…
I keep returning to the search for Clarity. In my own practice as well as in what I say and write about the spiritual journey, I circle back to this theme because it always seems like the necessary first step…