The seasons have cycled for billions of years. The sun ever journeys toward the next way station on the calendar, ever brings new light and warmth to the land. In the same spirit we gather weekly to share our own warmth and reflect on the greatness in which we are embedded. We celebrate processes beyond easy knowing, and work to perpetuate our place in them.
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To even be human is to celebrate and to commemorate, to laugh and to weep, to worry and to rejoice. When we do these things in thoughtful community, they become full and sacred. They become energy with which we empower the rounded richness of our lives.
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We are all genders together. We are tall and short, old and young, rich and poor and all in between. It is not despite our differences, but precisely because of our differences, that when we gather in mutuality we become a community of religious meaning and ineffable power.
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No life is all of one piece. Each of us carries a basket of bits: a tender moment here, a joyful memory there, a parcel of love, a parcel of grief. We gather to reflect and to celebrate, to enjoy one another’s company, to be comforted and also to be challenged.
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The human form is frail and our day on earth is brief. Yet our minds seek the stars in their heavens and find ways to weigh their magnitude. Our hearts feel awe at the sky’s expanse and the bloom of life. We write into poetry the wonders of the world about us. All these things flavor the goodness by which we draw near to one another, express our thoughts, and show our love and appreciation.
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