at once, so empty and so full

at once, so empty and so full

By anna blaedel dear ones. sweet ones. darling ones. the longest night has come and gone. the sun’s light, waxing again. the final full moon of 2021, now waning. a new viral wave, ferociously building. new opportunities for slow, deep care, building too. the final days of advent. advenir–to come. so much, yet to come. the profoundly intimate labors of birth and death–welcoming and releasing, shedding and conceiving and gestating, celebrating and grieving–cycling through our collective life. how can we be so full and so empty? i offer these words, with the humble hope that in them, through...

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An Uncommonly Lucky Surprise

An Uncommonly Lucky Surprise

By Eréndira Jimenez Esquinca There is a funny feeling about this sunshiny, blue sky, green-treed winter that I can’t seem to shake… On the second day of December, I went to the park and as I laid on my blanket, looking up at the sky, enjoying the sun warming my body. I allowed the earth’s support beneath me to bring me into a deep moment of groundedness and rooting. In this moment, I turned to my friend and commented that I felt uncommonly lucky to live in a place where I can feel the pulsating life of this planet even as we approach the onset of winter. It’s one of the paradoxes of living...

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In truth and trust

In truth and trust

The last tomato of the season is shivering on the dying vine. The marigolds, too, fading from first frost. Cabbage worms are devouring final remains of collards and kale. A diminished red blossom drops to the earth as the geranium is carried from front porch to basement home. All that aliveness, once luscious, bursting forth--now busted open, breaking down, whispering their wintering wisdom: rest. remain. behold, the cycling seasons. be held, in and through.  I do not know how to practice gratitude without also opening to grief. I do not know how to grieve, without honoring the gratitude...

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A love song for trans kin

A love song for trans kin

By M Barclay Among all the other hard and beautiful and complicated happenings of November, on the 20th sits the annual ritual of mourning, Trans Day of Remembrance. Like so many rituals that are captured by the attention of the many, I find the day’s public disconnection from its roots and its most critical matters challenging. If you care to read about what I mean, here’s a too-long piece I wrote two years ago when I was very much in my feelings about it. I still feel those feelings. Every year. But this year, or at least this day, as we find ourselves just over a week from the messiness,...

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Life holds mystery for us yet

Life holds mystery for us yet

By Rev. Anna Blaedel The Machine by Rainer Maria Rilke The Machine endangers all we have made. We allow it to rule instead of obey. To build the house, cut the stone sharp and fast: the carver’s hand takes too long to feel its way. The Machine never hesitates, or we might escape and its factories subside into silence. It thinks it’s alive and does everything better. With equal resolve it creates and destroys. But life holds mystery for us yet. In a hundred places we can still sense the source: a play of pure powers that--when you feel it--brings you to your knees. There are yet words that...

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Improvisation of Divine Creativity

Improvisation of Divine Creativity

By Donnecia Brown God of the meantime, draw us near in the currency of now. Gift us the sweetness of ease as we remember that nothing will be the same and yet all moments exist within you. Divinity of the becoming, grant us the staying power that we might remain in our bodies. Meet us at the gathering of childlike curiosities. May the sacred missions embedded within collective storytelling hold us in truth as the systems that intrude our memories of being are disarmed. My maternal grandmother stood on the front porch, smiling and waving. “I am creative,” she joyfully affirmed. “That pie just...

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