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Sunday, March 23, 2014

Coffee Service

God is an entity encompassing all.  Breath, living, breathing…Being itself.  Does this kind of God require offering and sacrifice?  I don’t think the God Who is All That Is; the God “I Am” requires such things.  We humans imagine manifestations of Being; gods who represent the best qualities we can imagine for a God Who is beyond our understanding.  These gods become our focus for worship, our means of understanding the physical world we observe and the spiritual realm we sense around us. 

Once in awhile a person comes along who reflects the very best we can imagine in a god or in a human being.  These people become more than role models – they become reflections of Being.  These humans are said to have attained a state of perfection, enlightenment, or even godhood.  Many people see this reflection in the person of Jesus, who is believed to have attained Christhood and resurrection after death.  Others find this reflection of Ultimate Being in Siddhartha, who is understood to have reached enlightenment and Buddhahood.

There are many other facets of the Divine.  Some are found in the faces of the many gods and goddesses of the Hindus, who each reflect certain aspects of the best or the most powerful that we can become.  The same might be said for the Orisha of Yoruba, Santeria and related religions, or the Loa of Vodou.  These and many more glorious manifestations of our expectations of the Divine are prayed to, prayed with, conferred with, and served in many ways.  Humans have long imagined that these beings have craved sacrifice and offerings to appease them or even to coax them into providing favors to us.

God doesn’t require the kinds of sacrifices and offerings that humans have historically felt the need to give.  These things – burnt meat, fruits, or vegetables, flowers on an altar, incense waved around a room, lives given up or lived in misery “for the love of God” – these things are not what God requires.  We do these things for ourselves.   What God requires is service.  Service given from open hands and open hearts without the desire for something in return is like a secret window looking into the house of God.  This is clear from the teachings of Jesus, Buddha, the Hebrew prophets, Mohammed, and even Lao Tzu and Confucius.  I don’t mean to say that sacrifice is never necessary.  Often, in order to serve, sacrifice is necessary.  However, it is not the sacrifice, but the service that matters.

What does it mean to serve?  How do we serve?  Who do we serve?  When do we serve?  I believe that to serve is to live a compassionate life.  It is to live in Love.  By living compassionately, one gives of oneself to others.  In giving to others, one becomes a healthy, vital portion of the all encompassing entity that is God.  For most of us, I think the idea of service has somehow become separate from the rest of our lives.  Just as we often find it difficult to find money to give, we find it difficult to find time to serve.  Yet, this should not be.  In fact, today I discovered that it is not true at all.

While I am a parish priest, in order to make ends meet, I must work what we lovingly call a “day job.”  Working as I do on the telephone, selling a product, I have been wondering how I can possibly be serving God while doing this.  After all, it’s a full time job, I’m tired when I get home, and once I’m home there are household tasks to be done.  For a long time, I have belabored my inability to give of my time and my money.  I only seem to be able to eke out a living and a little time for ministry.  So, when do I serve?  How do I serve?  What do I sacrifice in order to serve?

I’ve thought perhaps my service is in the words I speak to some of those with whom I interact on the phone, who often talk to me about much more than their need for the product I sell.  Perhaps it is true that there is ministry in discussing kindness and suffering, loss and joy with people from across the country.  Indeed, there are many times during my work days when I know I have touched the spirit of a hurting person and both of us have come away better for our conversation.  However, the real service I find myself providing is much closer to home.

It’s all about the coffee.  You see, at my job we are provided free coffee, tea, and cocoa in the break room (I know, we’re fortunate!)  When I get to work, I put my purse away, take out my notebook and pens, set up my phone, and sign in to my computer.  Then I grab my coffee cup and head to the break room.  Where I usually find two quarter-pots of coffee, two empty pots, and a scattering of sugar and creamer on the counter.  Each day, I get my cup of coffee, pour the coffee together into one pot, switch on the warmers, and make two more pots of fresh coffee.  I clean the counters and set two filters with a packet of coffee in each one on top of the coffee machine.  If I have time, I’ll make one more pot so there are close to four pots when I head in to work.  In the end, all I have sacrificed is a bit of my free time, and I’ve provided a little caffeinated sustenance to many of my coworkers.

I do this because it needs to be done.  I am not, by far, the only one who makes coffee.  There are perhaps five or six of us who do this throughout the day.  Yet it seems like every time I head into the break room, it needs to be done again.  For the longest time I joked that I did it because the food service business was bred into me.  “You can take the waitress out of the kitchen,” I would laugh, “But you can’t take the kitchen out of the waitress.”  I make coffee because that’s what peons do.  That’s what I thought, anyway.  Until today.  Today, as I finished setting up the third pot to brew and began to wipe down the counter, setting the creamer and sugar containers straight, I had a revelation about coffee.

Coffee is a daily service that I can provide.  Each time I make the coffee for my coworkers, I am serving them.  I am feeding them.  Service need not be fancy, long-suffering, or expensive.  It need not be far away, late into the night, or in dangerous places.

Of course, I have dreams of serving more fully as a parish priest, minister, and spiritual director as St. Brigid grows.  There are factors that must come together before the dream can come into full fruition.  In the meantime, I just make coffee.  It’s what I do.

What do you do?

A morning looking in a coffee cup,
My soul is asking questions of the heart,
As destiny reveals itself in art,
Should inquiry find truth in crumpled dreams,
And bring the eye to look so gently up,
The heart must be ready to flow soul streams.
-Jemmy Farmer
from:  Poetrysoup

Monday, March 10, 2014

When Children Grow Up - The Ebb and Flow of Life

There is a sadness that accompanies the passing of time.  It cannot be pinpointed.  It cannot really be named.  I suspect we have come up with words to try to describe this sort of…loneliness.  This…melancholy that grows more evident with each child’s graduation from high school, each move into a college dorm, or down the wedding aisle.

It grows with awareness that a parent is no longer the most important person her children’s lives.  When, waiting for the birth of a grandchild they are asked to leave their child’s side so she and her spouse can rest.  Don’t get me wrong, that son-in-law or significant other is a welcome new member of the family, a well loved new child in his own way.  Still, his presence represents a barrier to the continuity that was once your child’s love for you.

This whole thing; this ebb and flow of love and life is as old as humanity, I suppose.  Somehow, knowing this does not make the experience any less…

Painful?  Humbling?  Frightening?

This experience is one that most parents must be faced with as their children grow up.  I don’t believe that it’s faced only by mothers, though perhaps it is the mothers who feel the ground beneath their feet rumble more violently.  Throughout the years we’ve heard this feeling referred to as “Empty Nest Syndrome.”  It's a sort of depression that parents feel with their children move away.  A mother without her children may feel like she has no reason to get up in the morning.  She’s given everything to them, what else does she have to give?

Of course, this is not true, and women know it isn’t true.  Yet, there is a “hiccup” in their space-time continuum.  Something is missing from their day.  There is an adjustment period, just as there is with any other life-altering event.  Once the children have moved on, the parents still want to be an important part of their lives.

They crave being a part of their adult children’s special occasions, just as their children have been a part of all their special occasions since birth.  Their children’s weddings and the birth of new grandchildren are times when a parent is proud, excited, and expectant.  Yet these are also times when a parent can feel left out.  Of course, this is never intentional on the part of the children.  After all, it’s not their parents’ time, it’s theirs.  They are focused, as they should be, on the joy that surrounds them in their new experience.  I believe that most parents realize this, and would do their best not to let the disconcerting, unnamable miasma that they feel infringe upon their children’s happiness.

In fact, the parent may not have anyone to discuss this feeling with.  They may feel that there’s something wrong with them for feeling this thing they cannot name.  As they think about it, they may feel that they are being silly, that others would only think they are jealous of their children’s joy.  In their silence, they may struggle with their worth as a parent and as a person.

It occurs to me that there is a need for pastors, pastoral counselors, spiritual guides, and others to recognize that in the mad rush of the joyful moments among the families they are serving there may be someone else who needs care.  Someone whose needs are being missed.  Someone who will not advertise their needs; someone who will say “I’m fine!  I couldn’t be happier!”  While this person might be a father or a mother, it could be a sibling or a close friend.

When we as pastors hear of those in our parish who are celebrating the marriage of a child or a sibling, of the birth of a grandchild, niece, or nephew, perhaps we should take a moment to check in with our parishioners.  Then, when the hustle and bustle is all over, check in again.

It is my hope that as St. Brigid in the Desert becomes more of a church and less of an idea of a church; as I have more time to dedicate to being priest, pastor, and spiritual director, I will remember to recognize the need for these moments.  I want to remember to tell each mother or father of a grown child that they have not become extraneous.  They are still needed.  I want to remember to sit with them as they struggle with the guilty feelings associated with this sense of loss.  I want to be able to guide them through this time, and help usher them into a new place in their lives.

After all, it is but the ebb and flow in the River of Life.

Friday, February 28, 2014

A Bit of a Rebel

“Yet, I am not a rebel.  I do not seek to stand in the pulpit and call people to defy the denomination.  All I seek is to share the love of God for ALL of God’s people.  I understand God’s people to be ALL people.  I cannot, in good conscience, declare Christians to be the only people of God, nor can I declare Jesus to be the only Incarnation.  Though he may be the Incarnation of God’s Presence that I follow, I believe his message was to all people, in all times, in all cultures and in all walks.  God is Love.  Love transcends denomination, religion, gender, gender identity, sexual preference, culture, and ALL other boundaries.  This is what I want to bring to the world – Love that transcends.  As I think about this, I realize.  I have Lost Church, Found Jesus!”

This paragraph comes from a blog I have since removed from my page, because, well, the first sentence is absolutely true.  I am not a rebel.  The original piece was rather rebellious.  I was seeking to explain – to myself and others – the reason I withdrew from a program I had once thought myself called into.  I wrote a few things that perhaps I should not have done.  I hurt a few people I didn’t intend to hurt.  Do I take back what I said?  Do I say I didn’t mean it?  No.  I wrote the truth of my heart.  My regret is that I shared a little too much of personal conversation, perhaps unnecessarily.  I believe I came across as denigrating a church I love, though I am uncomfortable with certain aspects of it.  I disagree with certain tenets.  I am not alone in those disagreements.  I do not apologize for laying them on the table.  I apologize only for writing anything that was hurtful to other individuals, people I respect and care about, both in the blog and in comments on social media.  I’ve certainly never meant to be hurtful or inappropriate.  People who know me must certainly understand that.  I often assume everyone understands my context.  That’s very immature and na├»ve of me.

Of course, I haven’t “lost church.”  Not really.  If I did, it was temporary.  It wasn’t long after leaving that path that my friend and mentor The Rev. SonsirisTamayo held out her hand and led me to the Universal Anglican Church.  The UAC is open, affirming, and transcendent.  It is a denomination of Christ’s church, yet it is more than that, just as Christ is more than the man Jesus.  The UAC accepted me, with my Neo-Pagan/Wiccan history, my liberal Claremont School of Theology education, my Methodist childhood, my love of John Wesley, and my rather Universalist outlook.  It is because Bishop Craig and the other Bishops and leaders of the UAC have accepted and supported me that I am able to begin the ministry of St. Brigid in the Desert, albeit slowly.  I have not forgotten the support I have received from the United Methodist Church.  I will never forget the assistance and encouragement I continue to receive from many in that denomination, particularly in the Desert Southwest Conference.

During the time I was in discernment for the UMC, I alternately felt absolutely sure I was in the right place and completely confused about where I stood within the “system.”  I wanted to be totally authentic, open, and honest, but never knew for sure if the totally authentic me was acceptable.  I’m not sure I ever found out.  Or, maybe I did.  There were a few times at the end where I misunderstood what was expected of me.  When my errors in judgment were pointed out to me, it was too late.  In retrospect, I’ve come to realize that I am often unclear because my word choices are too ambiguous.   When I am told something, I don't repeat it back to be absolutely certain I know what has been said.  I think perhaps it's because I’ve been afraid of not being good enough.

Of course, I am good enough.  I’m just not perfect.  Not yet, anyway.  The leadership in the UAC saw enough potential in me to trust me to start a ministry in Arizona.  They saw enough to fly me to Milwaukee for ordination. I think they recognized my Call.  It is similar to so many of theirs.  Having seen so many people disenfranchised by the church for many different reasons, we want to reach out to them.  Some of us have either been hurt by the church or felt unwelcome in church, as I did for many years before I joined Gold Canyon United Methodist Church.  We understand why so many have left and will never go back to the traditional church.

So many of the disenfranchised seek a spiritual home, and there are many ways that we can be that for them.  God/dess is so much more than one religious tradition can possible incorporate.  We who are clergy in the UAC have experienced God’s touch in many ways, often in practices that are not traditionally “Christian.”  We are unafraid to bring traditions together in a revolutionary way.  We are all followers of Christ’s Way, in our own ways.  There are many like us who have discovered that God is not just in the church.  Instead of leaving the church, we want to bring the church back to those who couldn’t find the God they knew inside the old one.

In my original blog, I recognized that there are many individuals within the older denominations who are diligently working toward reform from within.  I respect and honor them.  I acknowledged that I could not do that.   I spent too many years outside the denomination, seeking my place in the River of God.

Here I am, a Priest in Christ’s Church, ordained by the Universal Anglican Church to serve those who need what I have to offer – God’s transcendent, immediate, unfettered Love.  I serve in many ways and in many places.  I serve in the workplace and in the streets; I serve in person and on the telephone.  I serve on hilltops in city parks and in living rooms and wedding chapels.  I serve wherever God calls me.  Sometimes, I even serve in the United Methodist Church.

I am truly sorry for anything I have said, done, posted, or otherwise manifested that hurt someone along my path.

Still, maybe I am a bit of a rebel after all.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014


Today Governor Jan Brewer vetoed SB 1062, the bill that consists of some rather ambiguously worded changes to an existing statute on religious freedom in Arizona.  The bill, whatever was intended by its writers, would have opened the door for discrimination against anyone or anything an individual or business felt was “against their religion.”  It wasn’t about the right to practice one’s religion.  It wasn’t about allowing others to practice their own religion.  It wasn’t about allowing the non-religious not to practice any religion.  It was about actively behaving against others whose practices were at odds with the individual/business/organization. 

While the bill became known as the “anti-gay” bill, there was actually nothing in the bill itself to indicate that the LGBTQ community was the intended target for “refusal to serve.”  However, because gay rights issues have been at the forefront of much activity lately, it was logical to interpret the bill as a doorway to further discrimination against gays.  What the news outlets either missed or ignored were the wide-reaching possibilities for discrimination against any number of people or groups of people.  In fact, while it seems that those who support this heinous piece of legislation are mostly fundamentalist or conservative Christians, there is something they missed.  If SB 1062 had survived, it could backfire against them, as well.  When it did, I wonder how fast they would run to the media crying “persecution?”

The good news is, of course, that Ms. Brewer finally vetoed the bill.  It seems to me she took an appallingly long time pondering the implications.  Nevertheless, she did veto.  With that out of the way, we who truly love freedom to worship or not worship however we feel called to do, can breathe easier.  I don’t think we can breathe a full sigh of relief, however.

Things are not good in the state of Arizona.  In fact, there are a number of places where things are not so good in the area of freedom to live in pursuit of happiness.  The very fact that there are seemingly intelligent people who would even come up with such legislation across the country tells me that there is something rotten going on.  Something that has been festering is trying to explode.  Lady Liberty is not well.

The rights for all people to love who they love, to worship as they feel called to worship, to live where they desire to live…all of these rights are at risk.  There is work to be done, and it’s overwhelming to think about what we can do about it all.  What can one person do?  What can a hundred people do?

This is only one issue that concerns me.  For years I’ve been concerned about climate change, sustainability, economic stability for individuals, and domestic violence, to name a few.  Over the years, I’ve believed in the adage “think globally, act locally.”  I still do.  We can affect others by the way we behave.  We can effect change, but only if we are consistent in our own behavior.  I haven’t always been consistent.  My actions haven’t always reflected what is truly important to me.  Over the years of my life, I’ve vacillated out of fear.  What I was afraid of is a mystery, even to me.

I’ve reached an age at which I can no longer be afraid.  If I want to effect positive change in the world, I have to stand on a strong foundation and speak the truth.  As the Priest-in-Charge of St. Brigid in the Desert UAC, it is imperative that I know who I am and what I am about.  I can tell you this.  One thing I am about is the true exercise of religious freedom.  It reaches beyond tolerance.  It is accepting the pluralist nature of the United States; indeed, of the world.  I am about the rights of loved ones to live their lives without fear of violence or discrimination.

Yes, today Governor Jan Brewer vetoed SB 1062.  Good for her.  I think it’s time we vetoed a world in which an SB 1062 would even be drafted.  Let those of us who honor God/dess pray for such a world.

Let those who do not experience a divine being work side by side with those who do to create such a world.

Monday, February 24, 2014


I started writing a blog the other day.  It was a rather personal piece of writing - a sort of apology for certain things I’ve said or done in my ministerial pursuit that may have inadvertently been hurtful.  Misunderstandings and misconceptions, poor choices and broken promises; all good intentioned behaviors, but I was a bit naive.  A retrospective reveals the need for apologetics.  Another time.

While that blog is important, at least to me.  (In fact, it may only be important to me), there are more important things to address.  In the meantime, I realize it’s time for me to speak out from the pulpit, so to speak.  As a priest – as a pastor – as a human being – in Arizona, I cannot stand by as our legislators attempt to make injustice legal.  As just about everyone knows by now, SB 1062 is a bill intended to amend the religious freedom statutes in Arizona.  If the bill is passed, the statutes could be interpreted in such a way that it could allow individuals -- and businesses – to exercise their “freedom of religion” in ways that would be hurtful to others.  Business owners could refuse to do business with people whose religious beliefs, cultural practices, or lifestyles are disagreeable to them based on their “religious beliefs.”

While there is nothing in the bill that outright states that one could discriminate against the LGBTQ community or any other group of people, it can be interpreted as such.  Of course, this bill has caused outrage.  I am outraged.  If this bill is passed, the state of Arizona will have taken a big step backwards.  Though it has generally been declared an “anti-gay” bill, I think it’s more than that.  While openly gay couples could easily be identified and discriminated against, it doesn’t seem too far-fetched to imagine that a Native American could be targeted because they might practice “Native American religion.”  It’s easy to imagine a person with a crucifix instead of an empty cross being told to leave an establishment owned by a fundamentalist literalist “Christian” because they believe Catholicism is Satanic. I have personally met individuals who are convinced that Catholics are of the devil.

Progressive Christians, fans of Monica Coleman, Marcus Borg, Dominic Crossan, or Bishop Spong might be forced out – I have been told by one person that “that Spong is the devil incarnate.”  And of course, my Wiccan and Pagan friends could be turned away at the door of an establishment owned by someone like this.  I could go on and on…bi-racial couples, single mothers or fathers, atheists…who knows where it could lead?

I hope Governor Brewer vetoes the bill.  I wish she had heard of it and instantly read it and took out her veto pen.  She’s taking some time to vacillate – which way should I go?  With the bigots or the rest of the people?  It’s been pointed out that this bill would be bad for the economy of Arizona.  Businesses won’t come, sports events will stay away, thinking people will move away.  To me, that’s not the real reason to veto the bill, but it’s a good start.  Arizona is becoming known as a “hate state.”  It’s gotten to the point that if one loves activism and gets their energy for life by “fighting for the right,” Arizona is the place to be.  There’s plenty to fight against here.  And to fight for.

St. Brigid in the Desert is a church for everyone.  I mean EVERYONE.  If you seek a spiritual home and your favorite outfit is a homemade replica of a 1950’s robot, you will find a home with us.  If you are a member of a mainline Protestant church, but are seeking a place where the Feminine Divine is celebrated and honored, you will find a home with us.  If you are a Wiccan, but love the Jesus who taught justice and righteous indignation for injustice, you will find a home with us.  If you are a Buddhist with Christian tendencies, or a Christian with Buddhist tendencies, you will find a home with us.

Our home is in the connection of our hearts most of the year right now.  We meet approximately 8 times per year in different places, usually in nature.  One day, St. Brigid in the Desert will have a place to call our own, but for now, we are a fully, even radically inclusive, open-door church.  Watch for opportunities to worship with us.

In the meantime, stand with us against injustice.  Demand that Governor Jan Brewer veto SB 1062 and any other legislation that opens to door to hate.  Watch other states as some of them attempt the same kind of legislation.  Stop it before it happens again.  Our great civil rights leaders and those who gave their lives to the freedom of others shall not have lived and died in vain.

For the past few days, since this bill has become the subject of the evening news every day, I have been thinking of this scene from the classic cult film Billy Jack.  It makes me want to cry.

But let us be hopeful.  Let us speak up.  Let us work against hatred and prejudice.

Monday, November 25, 2013

...And She Pondered Them in Her Heart

Advent begins this Sunday, December 1.  As we enter into this time of preparation for the (re)birth of Christ, we enter into a time of reflection.  In ... And She Pondered them in Her Heart, I share some of my own reflections on life and scripture.  In this somewhat unique devotional, I reflect upon the mothers in the lineage of Jesus, his mother Mary from different perspectives on her life, and upon the prophets, kings, and angels who had something to do with the life of Christ.

I think you'll like it.

You can purchase it online in paperback and Kindle version here.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

We're Not the Only Ones

Last night we held a celebration for Samhain/Day of the Dead/All Saint’s Day.  It was a lovely gathering.  New people, new energies. Some who would have joined us but for illness or unforeseen events were missed, but we know that there are some who joined us "in spirit" from afar. We remembered those who have passed, paid tribute to our ancestors, released negativity and things that should pass away, and welcomed new things into our lives. After the rite, we gathered for a potluck meal and conversation.  Part of the conversation continued into the evening, touching upon the reasons we find ourselves standing on a precipice between traditions.  We all have had different experiences that have brought us to this place, where we desire a life of following the teachings of Christ while honoring God/dess through the various spiritualities that feed our souls.  At the end of the evening one of our new friends gave me a hug and thanked me and said, “I’m so glad to know I’m not the only one."  Yes, it was good.

This morning I was blessed by the most recent blog by Teo Bishop, who has been a Twitter and Facebook "friend" of mine for some time now.  Teo is a Druid also known as “Bishop in the Grove.”  (On a side note, Teo also turns out to be musician/songwriter Matt Morris).  Teo has felt a call back to his Episcopalian roots.  He is cycling back to the beginning, but with a difference.  Like me, Teo cannot let go of what he has learned as a Pagan; he will never be able to forget the lessons he’s learned and the experiences he’s had while honoring Goddess.  Teo’s blog is a reminder that we are not the only ones.  We are many, and we need a spiritual home.

While we might attend a traditional worship service on a Sunday morning, we might also join in Tibetan Buddhist chanting on a Wednesday evening and we might also gather with the local Pagans for a Sabbat.  We will feel welcome and we will connect in these environments, but still it is good to have our own place, our own group where we can talk of Jesus, the Buddha, Brigid (both saint and goddess), and Erzuli in one setting.  It is good to sit in silence with others of similar mind, seeking connection and relationship with a deeper Mystery, feeling the flow of the River of God all around us, knowing that our prayers and the prayers of the others mingle together in one great Consciousness, yet understanding that not one of us believes exactly the same as another.

As a newly ordained Inter-Spiritual Priest, I seek ways to bring those who have had the Old Ways speak to them but who have never been able to leave Jesus behind find a spiritual home here in the Phoenix area.  It is a challenge, yes, but also clearly the Path to which I have been called.  It took 30 years in the Wiccan/Pagan life inter-dispersed with visits back to my home Christian denomination of the United Methodist Church and other spiritual studies, 5 years in the ordination process in the UMC and 5 years of seminary to realize that I will always be a transcender of boundaries.  I am a nurturer of spirits; a sustainer of sojourners; a guide to those who have come to the boundary and are unsure of the way.

In this pluralist, multi-faith, multi-cultural, world we live in, it is impossible for many to walk their paths with blinders on.  I’m not sure I ever had blinders of my own, though I’ve tried on a pair or two at the encouragement of those who would have us believe there is only one way to live, one way to believe, one way to practice religion.  Those borrowed blinders fall off quickly.  I don’t regret the loss of blinders.  In fact, I rejoice at the opportunity to learn new ways of Becoming, and seek those moments when I can share what I have learned with others even as I learn from them.  This is part of what I am about.  This is part of what St. Brigid’s is about.  

I begin my morning prayers for my family (in ancient Celtic motherly style, lighting a candle in lieu of a fire on a hearth), "Mary, Mother of my Faith, Brigid, Mother of my Hope, and Mama Barbara and Grandmas Leota and Muriel, Mothers of my Love, pray with me."  Let me ask you to join me and my Mothers in a prayer for St. Brigid’s, for the Universal Anglican Church, and for all who seek to bring understanding, acceptance and love into a world still rife with fear, anger, and hatred.

Let us pray:

Great Mystery, we come as one to reach out our hands, palms open, ready to grasp the hands of those who reach out for you.  We open our hearts and our souls to the flow of your everlasting being, that we might each and every one know that we are one, we are yours, we are you.  We seek strength for the journey over the waves of human life, crashing against the shores where we find those who need us, who need you.  Give us the wisdom to know what is needed; empower us to give what is necessary; encourage us when we are unsure of what we must do next.  Bring peace, purpose, and prosperity to all as we learn to best serve one another in you.  In you, Life Giver, Earth Walker, Spirit Bringer, we pray.  Let It Be.

My Mothers