Personal Stories

Finding myself on the Camino de Santiago.

I go for fierce landscapes every chance I get.

You just sit in a chair and write, right?

Music is a spiritual discipline for me. And I only need to practice on the days I eat.

The first time, I emerged merely breathless, wet, and cold.

The impending death of a loved one often leaves us sitting in a between-state.

Unlike many Unitarian Universalists, I was brought up openly racist. I’ve made progress, and I still have a long way to go.

We are all dependent on seeds, literally and metaphorically.

Arranging flowers is a form of moving meditation.

Weird stuff is gonna happen, and you might as well get used to it.