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As I ebb toward the end of life
Hear / the ocean's roar and backdrop din / in the death-hollowed shells.
The only time I was called by my first name
When I was in the Army, the Sunday service was the only hour of my week when I could be my true and whole self.
'Coming out is kind of like being reborn.'
Raised Unitarian Universalist, I have 'no problem with things that feel religious.'
Exhibition: Passing through
Paintings part of an exhibition to honor the experiences and voices of young people.
The necessity of religion
We need a way to pull everything together and celebrate wholeness.
Birth, breath, and death
Doulas are called to care, to encourage, and to leave the world better than we found it.
The power of visual design for UU evangelism
In our multimedia society, an image's worth is probably closer to a million words.
A mélange of garbage / and triumphant blooms.
I hated candles of joy and concern, until I started listening.
Image: Adventure of discovery
Being part of a Unitarian Universalist community means being on an adventure of discovery.
I'll stand her ground
What I'm telling my daughter, an African-American teenager, about Trayvon Martin's death.
Drawing from a 'weird and highly focused comfort zone.'
May you have ease of well-being
Do I really want to spend this entire day with whatever might come up about my mother?
Meditation: Calling, part two
Being in the world who I was created to be.
Meaning in the midst of war
Easy answers lead to difficult questions. So why not just start with the questions?
Installation: Valley UU Congregation, Chandler, Arizona
Wooden panels created by and for the congregation.
Grief and celebration are interwoven in this world, like winter and spring.
A humanist's guide to prayer
What would the prayer of a humanist sound like?
Poem: Everyday poem
The more I have to lose, all these ordinary joys.
Glass sculpture: We are each other's keepers
Symbols of infinity and the interconnected life force.
Painting: Walking stick memories
The emergence of character over time.
I want to believe it is something more.
Time is the most volatile and elusive element in our lives.
Workshop of being
Where was I to find a liberal religious community in the middle of Kansas farm country?
Speaking with many voices
True multiculturalism means being humble and brave enough to explore differences.
Meditation on gratitude
We give thanks for the voyage of life from seed to harvest.
I'll return to that time and space that was my home.
Painting: Night dance
Rough, improvisational, many-layered.
I too am beautiful
Look at the way you see me.
Stitching it together
It would be easier to use a blanket, but we ask more of people who enter our churches: We ask them to be quilters.
The taste of awakening
On having a spiritual practice.
The green after
'When I die, I want to have my ashes buried under this tree.'
Sitting and writing
'Small noticings' can lead to larger insights.
Faith and belief
Sometimes grabbing on to what appears most solid is exactly the wrong thing to do.
The stars are dancing
Do not sit alone in the dark.
A different church
They would embrace me in my full Amazon glory, or they could fry ice.
Quilt: O Life that maketh all things new
A minister's sabbatical quilting project.
Textile: My heart bleeds for you III
Today's refuse, sewn together as 'a Garden of Eden.'
Lessons from love
Our weakest parts help us communicate with others.
We come to church to hear meaningful words spoken to us.
International flower communion, June 10, 2012
Czech Unitarians mark their church's 90th anniversary.
Seeing what is real
A photographer describes his spiritual practice of "looking for the pattern of things."
Listen from the heart so others can speak from the heart
In Soul to Soul groups, silence can connect us more deeply than using words or questions.
Stained glass: Nautilus
'Paradoxically simple in its beauty and complex in its engineering.'
An odyssey into my family's religious past.
Poem: April wind
Mixed media: Woods sentinel
Interpreting the visual treasures that surround us.
Prayers of desperation
My prayers are prayers of desperation lest I wish ill on the merely irritating.
Wandering in the wilderness
Personal feelings of being in the wilderness can help us tap into a collective force that evidences grace.
Painting: 57th and Broadway at 5:00 pm
The challenge of not relying on recognizable subject matter.
I watch the trees / as seasons cycle.
Painting: Snowy bank
A rare storm offers a new scene.
As the crow flies
I aspire to live as the crow flies.
Poem: The day after
The tree alone directing us / To peaceful paths / With its symbolic star.
Winter solstice and the shaman within
It is we ourselves who must don the shaman's mask.
How to give a blessing
I didn't mean to give an honest answer when asked, 'How are you?'
Are you a wretch?
Not every religious tradition asks you to choose your theological stance midway through a hymn.
Modern life interferes with the lessons and warnings of Nature.
Mixed media: Unity
Celebrating natural, wild forms.
How Unitarian Universalists break the rules
Rule breaking just might be right up our alley.
The 'I' of me is a snapshot of something in motion.
Sculpture: A reliquary of wood
Honoring the native hardwoods of Arkansas.
Sculpture: Unitarian windows
A collaboration yields a classical form.
What if our new metaphor for time was craftsmanship?
Sculpture: 88 notes
A piano is transformed.
My patient's faith
Before I began the operation, my patient asked, 'Could I say a prayer first?'
Poem: Getting through another loss
This time, I need the words of a prayer.
Sing me to sleep
I wanted things to go back to normal. I wanted none of this to be happening.
Poem Attitude adjustment
Multiculturalism? Well and good. But don't stop there!
The wisdom of the wild
I don't mean misbehavior, but real wildness, elemental wildness, animal wildness.
Grace wins in the end
'I am a sworn enemy of the saccharine, and a believer in grace over karma.'
Brilliant colors and the 'crazy parts of our lives.'