I sit down at my computer. It is Ostara, the first day of solar spring, and the day after the biggest-seeming full moon in a generation, I watch a robin. His breast is puffed out in classic robin-redbreast style, and he is poking around in the just-waking garden. He pulls his head back hard and [...]
Come, come to the table, all who are weary or hungry, and without trade or money.
Come, come to the table, all full to bursting with only the fruit of anxious toil.
Come to this table; be filled by love.
Let us come to the table. (communicants come around the table if space allows)
As I have written here before, on a beautiful day in October, I was privileged to experience my father’s ashes, the dust of his body, swirling around me in the wind, catching in my clothes, entering my lungs, and traveling slowly down Laurel Run, down, down, down towards the Chesapeake. With poignant joy and gentle [...]
The lessons the solstice whispers to me seem to deepen and shift each year, just as we are in a slightly different place every moment, even when the earth seems to stand still for the central moment of the darkest night. I think it’s not only remembering that the light returns, though that is an [...]
For a class of mine this semester, I needed to write an order of worship. Given the season, and the fact that Samhain/Hallowe’en/All Saints Eve falls on Sunday this year, I thought writing a service for that day made sense. Several thoughts came up in my process.
We do not, as a body of UU’s, [...]
What follows is simply a rumination on autumn. Autumn where I live and have lived. Autumn as it has imprinted my heart. What is Earth doing where you live?
“Look, the poet says, the trees are turning…” Now I look around me in the DC area and the trees are definitely starting to turn. In [...]
Twelve years of EarthReligious community. Twelve years of ceremony under the sky and around carefully tended fires. Twelve years in which the heart of my communal worship was not in the architecture of a church, but in the shapes and whispers of a grove. The ceremony below took place nearly ten years ago, and it [...]
I’m thinking of giving in joy, sustaining life force mindfully, the wheat harvest after shoots of green and swelling of seeds…all kinds of things that the holiday of Lammas brings to mind.
For those of you who celebrate, may you have a thoughtful day that brings insight, peace, and joy.