Spirits of winter, I celebrate you!

We did what humans frequently do: we created a ritual.

I have struggled forgiving myself for not knowing how to create appropriate boundaries.

Ramadan, never forgotten, entices me back to Love, and I am home once again

In an era in which "resistance" has become tokenized, popular Indigenous author Kaitlin Curtice reclaims it as a basic human calling. On order!

The circle of evergreens reminds us that life and love will never end.

I’m proud to belong to a living religious tradition that embraces evolution, both scientifically and spiritually.

How much notice would I want ahead of time before I die?

I didn’t know the human heart could hold so much love before I met this congregation.

It's my actions and choices that determine my connection to others.

Growing connects me to ancestors who had their hands in the dirt because it was keeping them alive.

Blessing something or someone is a way of expressing my gratitude and reverence for them.

When the holy month of Ramadan approaches, it becomes a beautiful reminder to return to myself.

I was often being a stern taskmaster over my mind. I yearned for more openness and joy.

We humans have lost the wisdom of genuinely resting. In an interview with Marianne Schnall the master explained how meditation can help us.

May we release ourselves from the need to fit every truth neatly into our own language.

However you celebrate, holidays and rituals are an invitation for reflection. They remind us of our past, and they also invite us to be attentive to the present moment.