This is my favorite thing about seaweed: it feels so much like my neurodiverse brain.

The miracle of grace is available to us even when it has been left untended.

Remind me that life is magical and mysterious.

Darkness is as important as light.

The changes that take place in winter are a kind of alchemy, an enchantment performed by ordinary creatures to survive.

Emergence, becoming, is inherent in each of us.

A movement meditation for all ages

The wilderness alongside every moment, sprawling in each direction, holds more than the silence that theologians imagine of God.

Arm's length: What was once a defensive or suspicious expression has now become a gesture of care, an indication of love and protection.

What once seemed certain is now unpredictable, even dangerous.

I hope that this Great Silence, which has come alongside the suffering, holds the beginnings of our healing.

We light this chalice in honor of the animal realm, Furred and hoofed, two-legged, four-legged, many-legged, Fanged and clawed, gentle and fierce, wild and tame. May we remember that all animals are our relatives, Worthy of our care and respect.

This story is great to be acted out by four women (of applicable ages for each direction) around a large bowl/vessel....

There is relief and remorse equally in my heart as the growing season comes to a close.

There are so many spiritual lessons from the natural world and—in a season filled with Ingatherings and Water Communions—this is one for me: oxbow lakes as a beautiful combination of resiliency, strength, and flexibility.

Rain falls upon the surface of the earth, and pulled by gravity each drop begins to flow downhill. Drop merges with drop, flowing together, into a trickle, a streamlet, a creek, a mighty river, flowing onward. Some of the water seeps down into the earth itself, as groundwater, or deep aquifers,...

This was written as a blessing for pouring out the Water Communion waters onto a memorial garden. Like water that swells rivers and fills the ocean, the memories of those we have loved rush through us. Sometimes they are quiet, almost as if we have forgotten—and then suddenly, they flood our...

It was my inadvertent letting go that made this wild, interdependent beauty possible. And at that very moment, I knew I didn’t need that sort of control anymore.

In our water ritual, we bring water from the places we live or the places we may have visited and pour it in one container. All of the water mixes together, and every drop has some of the molecules of water from every place....

If justice is to be realized, our voices must speak loudly—even boisterously—of love.