Companions on the Journey

For the last year, I’ve had a daily practice I call my “soul check-in.”  I have a dear friend and colleague, and we touch base almost every morning.  First, we get the basic stuff out of the way…bringing each other up-to-date on happenings in our lives.  Then we try to remember whose turn it is…

Walking Each Other Home

May 1, 2016 Rebecca: Sixty-four years ago, when my mother was 22, she had me, her third child of what would end up being a litter of six by the time she was 28.  One of the things I’ve heard her talk about is when I was a baby and she had to walk to…

UUSC Justice Sunday

How many of you have ever had a really memorable meal in a restaurant?  It doesn’t have to be fancy- maybe just a place where something special happened…a first date, a job interview, a marriage proposal…that sort of thing.  Does everybody have one? Okay.  Who remembers what you ate?  Who remembers what you had to…

Easter

When you think of Transylvania, who do you think of?  (Dracula.)  So then if I tell you that I went on pilgrimage to Transylvania in 2009, would you be worried that you may have gotten mixed up with a weird, vampiric cult or something? We Unitarian Universalists have deep roots in Transylvania.  Let me tell…

Compassion Fatigue

  Reading  Prayer of Caregiving by Jane Ellen Mauldin May the burden of caring not feel so heavy as I remember all who have gone before me and all who will come after me. May I know myself to be part of a great dance that circles and comes round again. I give thanks for…

Mindfulness

Just as Christianity has its center the story of the life of Jesus and his teachings, and Islam has at its center the story of the life of Mohammed and his teachings, so the life and teachings of Gautama Buddha are at the center of Buddhism. The young Buddha was a high-caste Brahmin prince who…

On Unconditional Love

We are born embraced by unconditional love, and we live and move and have our being embraced and transformed by that same love. We forget that, though, or are convinced otherwise. Our first teachers in the art of love are our parents.  If we are lucky, they swaddle us and respond to our needs and…