In 2019 the Rev. Bill Sinkford and the wonderful staff at First Unitarian Portland invited me to join them for “Seminary for a Day,” when we reflected together on how our inherited liberal tradition is accountable to the theological work of liberation.

I love the phrase “praying with our feet.” It often comes to mind for me in protests at the Texas Capitol, when I wait in line to vote, and perhaps most especially every Friday, when I lead my Zumba class, where we pray with our arms, our hips, our everything.

“Every disaster movie starts with the government ignoring a scientist” — social media meme, unknown origin

About eight years ago I started a meditation practice of drawing or doodling that I call “inklings” —as it gives glimpses both inward into one’s self and outward into connection with others, the earth, or the great unknown.

Once upon a time

I rejected the concept of surrender

without hesitation or investigation Would not even risk

thinking it (surrender, indeed!)

and yet…

The Church of the Larger Fellowship is comprised of over 2500 individuals serving Unitarian Universalism—half of whom are currently incarcerated.

In a congregation I once served was a man who’d been there many years—not a noisy person, but one who was pretty loud in his dislike of silence in the Sunday service.

Silence is the tool that brings us back from fragmentation into wholeness.

Three sanctuaries of silence come to mind as I think about creating more space for silence in my life.

The day Gerry and I moved to Neenah from Milwaukee was a long, exhausting one.