Spiraling into new life

Spiraling into new life

By Rev. Anna Blaedel Lately I have been seeing spirals everywhere. Shells bearing spirals on the beach. Stars spiraling into constellations, spiraling into galaxies in the night sky. Spiral patterns intricately woven into the spider webs glistening anew each morning in the garden. Leaves of collards and chard and kale and lettuce spiraling out from stalks rooted in dirt, reaching toward sky, offering nourishment. I am opening to the wisdom being offered, through spirals. This opening is a process of reclaiming, returning differently. For quite a while, without even quite realizing it, I have...

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Loyalties of attention and noticing differently

Loyalties of attention and noticing differently

(An important and relevant note, brought to our attention after publishing, is this call from the Audobon Society to remove bird feeders due to a currently spreading affliction on birds) The bird-feeder in the yard is my icon of late. It’s tall and mesh and holds a quite significant amount of sunflower seeds. How do such tiny birds go through all of that food so quickly? I keep asking, unsatisfied or at least, unsettled by the answer. A single seed by seed, they pluck them out with the tiniest beaks and carry them away. This is so much of their day. Gently arriving. Meeting the needs of...

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Saint Martha of the Activists: The Minor Saint of Tedious Tasks

Saint Martha of the Activists: The Minor Saint of Tedious Tasks

Written and illustrated by Anna Onni. In "the book of sainted aunts" you will find the lives of the mildly martyred sinners-turned-saints, our most revered sainted aunts, since queerdom come. While we do not know what made queerdom come, we know that the queerdom is always working in mysterious ways... Saint Martha is probably the most queerly unorthodox of the sainted aunts. Befuddled by the myriad of intersectional positions that her fellows identified with, her slips and errors made her the untrustworthy outsider. Diligently making her way through tedious administrative tasks and cleaning...

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Mysterious Synchronicity, Blessed Force of Interconnection

Mysterious Synchronicity, Blessed Force of Interconnection

Here we are, officially in summer, nearing the end of June—a month marked by Pride and Juneteenth celebrations, part of the collective rhythm structuring queer and Black commemorations of liberation, freedom, survival, aliveness. Traditions, ongoing, that help us remember where we’ve been, who we are, and what kind of futures we dream into being by living them, today. We gather. We remember roots. We revel in music, and dance, and food. We remember that celebration is made possible through revolution. We honor the courage and strength and resolve cultivated by those who have gone before,...

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Fullness of Time

Fullness of Time

The day started early. Long before the sun was set to rise from its nightly slumber, my family and I were pacing frantically about. While I wish it was for something exciting or joyful, especially given the hellacious slog of these recent weeks, the cause for our early morning was to accompany my mother to the hospital for a much-needed surgery. While scheduled, the anxiety of the moment lingered not too far below the surface of our flesh. How will it go? Will healing go smoothly? Do we have all that we need for the journey ahead? As nurses and other caregivers came and went, each shared a...

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To be well, lost, and alive

To be well, lost, and alive

By Rev. Anna Blaedel My mom recently stumbled across a photograph that neither of us have any memory of. I am eleven, or twelve, or thirteen--somewhere in that age and stage of particular bodily awkwardness--and I am sitting in my dad’s lap. My dad and I are on my grandmother’s couch; my mom and I assume my grandmother took this photo. My dad is cradling me, his baby, me who is too big to be cradled, and yet still cradled. The photographer is watching him, her baby, holding me. My eyes are closed, and so are his. We seem to be asleep. We are at ease, at rest. My arms are draped against his...

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