Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Meditation
For the voyage of life from seed to
harvest, the kiss
of rain and sun and growth, the gifts
of the earth given
into the hands of strangers, friends
and family
whose efforts now bring such bounty to
this table.
Thanks for the soft animal body that
carries each life
here present, so sturdy and so fragile;
thanks and praise for fellowship, and
for the lives
of those now absent who yet linger
among us;
thanks for the complex ways we each
continue to seek
and find our place, unique like
everyone else.
Lead us to the gift of regular silence
until it silences us;
bring us to choose gratitude until we
are truly grateful;
fill us with praise until we become
ourselves
a constant act of praise.
So we give thanks for all things,
including joys
and sorrows deeply felt but left, here,
unspoken.
Carol Bindel
Published in UUWorld, Winter 2012, 22.
Friday, November 22, 2013
JFK, fifty years and...
Certainly, I remember. I was a freshman in college. I feared America would soon go to war with "the Reds," for how could this not be sabotage? But I went to work that evening serving food.
Fifty years later, serving food continues to be a worthy endeavor.
Fifty years later, serving food continues to be a worthy endeavor.
Friday, November 15, 2013
Innate Courage
We spent the day yesterday with our Lucy who will turn 16 months next
week. She has a riding toy that she likes to climb on, holding onto
the steering handles while she steps onto the seat. She then lets go the
hand-holds and straightens, all the while saying aloud to herself and
the world, "Get down, get down, get down..." and grinning her biggest,
most joyful grin. She didn't hear "get down" from us, and I doubt her
parents sing-song it at her, either. I think it's coming from her
deepest self, that sense of danger and courage to try anyway. May we continue to have the courage.
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