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 What do I need to let go to have more room for love?

On February 7, 1979, Pluto crossed over Neptune’s orbit and became the eighth planet from the sun for twenty years. A study in 1988 determin...

I've done enough racial equity trainings now that I've fully embraced the difference between intent and impact and accepted the resp...

 The Rev. Christine Robinson has shared the story with our congregation on multiple occasions of a Chinese farmer who experiences a series o...

 Spiritual values that are the antidote of perfectionism: Courage Compassion Connection

Just when you seem to yourself  nothing but a flimsy web of questions, you are given the questions of others to hold in the emptiness of yo...

 Sermon on transition from the Rev. Angela Herrera on 7/18/2021: PDF Image of the process:

From question box sermon on 8/28/2021: What would UUs be called if we chose a new name to reflect our beliefs now? "We choose" (rh...

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I have a small grain of hope— one small crystal that gleams clear colors out of transparency. I need more. I break off a fragment to send yo...

 How the Word Is Passed - Clint Smith pg. 28 Robert Hayden - ballads to remember the Middle Passage Gwendolyn Brooks - children on the South...

" Sometimes it's good; sometimes it's bad. We'll see." - The Rev. Christine Robinson

  For years, every morning, I drank from Blackwater Pond. It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt, the feet of ducks. And always ...

Instructions : Rub hands to move the energy. Take diaphragmatic breath. Shake out hands to release pooled energy. Close eyes. Soft smile.  ...

Learning to love differently is hard, love with the hands wide open, love with the doors banging on their hinges, the cupboard unlocked, the...

In the Middle of a life that's as complicated as everyone else's, struggling for balance, juggling time. The mantle clock that was ...

 On Confidence - Learning Lots with Brie Larson and Jessie Ennis Amy Poehler: Remember it's about habit, not character. Gives you space...

I learned regret at mother’s sink, jarred tomatoes, river-mud brown, a generation old, lumping down the drain. Hating wasted space, I had di...

Hope is not the thing with feathers That comes home to roost When you need it most. Hope is an ugly thing With teeth and claws and Patchy fu...

I want to tell you something. This morning is bright after all the steady rain, and every iris, peony, rose, opens its mouth, rejoicing. I w...