Moments for Common Nourishment

Anna Blaedel

The force of joy in the work of liberation

The force of joy in the work of liberation

By Rev. Anna Blaedel Through this last year's intense unfoldings, I've come to think about liberation as survival plus joy. Liberation = Survival + Joy. In order to get free, to live free, to practice freedom, to enflesh collective liberation, we need to create conditions conducive to survival, and we need to cultivate and nurture joy.I confess, it is a hard time to write about joy. It is a hard time to write about joy because for so many right now survival is, and feels, so precarious. The floodgates of racist, state-sanctioned violence are flung wide open, and the fervor...

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Anna Blaedel

The Whole World Is Listening

The Whole World Is Listening

By Saunia Powell  COVID-19 has taken so much from our ability to be there for one another. As a hospice chaplain, I have not been allowed to enter the facilities where our patients live. I talk to patients and their family members on the phone, but that isn’t what I would consider connection. I can share some words of care, but I want to share my body in the room, patient and listening. Listening on the phone doesn’t count - much like not turning on your camera in a Zoom meeting - who knows where your mind is when no...

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Anna Blaedel

Life in seeds and soils

Life in seeds and soils

By Rev. Anna Blaedel Almost every morning, in this particular season of life, I start the day by walking outside, and checking on the garden. It’s a very small garden, in the one small corner of space where there’s sufficient sun, yet still it is brimming with life. I make a little loop. I run my fingers along the frilled edges of kale, the soft shine of chard. Good morning, parsley. Good morning, broccoli. So glad to see you, blossoms of jalapeños and habañeros and carolina reapers, to come. The lettuce is tired, resting, turned bitter by the heat. The...

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M Barclay

Unraveling, unlearning, unwriting the stories that bind

Unraveling, unlearning, unwriting the stories that bind

By Rev. M Barclay every poem. here.is an unwrite. of all that has been written in me without. permission.- nayyirah waheed We may not all write poetry, but we certainly all have things to unwrite within us in one way or another. Stories for which no permission was granted before they were written into our lives and flesh and becoming. Because we were children. Or in the pews. Because of the curriculum. Because we were different. Or simply because the texts have been passed down for ages.We are shaped by the pen of others. Of the collective. Of family. Of faith...

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