As the Vernal Equinox approaches, I am drawn to wondering what it is about trees that speaks so to the soul and what they might teach us about the earth and our dependence upon it. I know people who “talk” to trees and swear they talk back. Could it be so?
Rev. Becky Edmiston-Lange
That we are alive is a miracle! That we can hear and distinguish some 400,000 different sounds is amazing! Sound – and the absence of sound, what we call silence – can be revelatory.
When you shudder for the fate of the world and wonder if Unitarian Universalists make any difference at all, one of the ways to restore your hope is to remember the work of the Unitarian Universalist Service Committee. The UUSC makes us proud to be UUs!
What do Rita Dove, Fitzgerald Haney and the Emerson church have in common? Well – “some days you eat the bear; some days the bear will eat you.”
Do you ever wonder whether what we do as a religious community really matters? I believe it does, but then if it weren’t for Unitarian Universalism, my story would be radically different.
One of the great perks of being white in America is the capacity to forget how whiteness caused black suffering. Denial and distortion of facts is nothing new; but, the past is always present when it comes to race.
As twilight descends and night settles in, fill your hearts and minds with candles and carols and bask in the soft, sweet things of the season.
People really can “alter earth’s axis toward love.” Memories of a very special aunt and holidays resplendent with light.
As we approach winter, come join the Emerson Choir and Intergenerational Orchestra as in their performance of “The Longest Nights” by Timothy Takach.
Two separate passages from the work of Annie Dillard – together with what might be thought an unlikely source – have got me to thinking about the meaning of “thanks-giving.” The unlikely source? Well, come find out!