Fifteen new members and their children joined us on this morning. It is a joy to see our community growing.
According to the poet Allen Ginsberg, spirituality should be like singing in the bathtub. I loved this image. Unpracticed, not for an audience, and purely for its own joy. I would do well to remember this.
Rev. Foerster asked us what altars we have in our home. Where is the sacred center of your home? There are places where I like things to be "just so" because I think they're beautiful. She talked about the junk that is precious to children--sea shells, gold paper, pretty buttons--that they collect and hold sacred. I have some of these kinds of things collected on top of my dresser. I have always held these small items in high regard but I would have never called it my altar until today.
Many of us have rejected the deity or practices of our previous religions. "If I've rejected the deity, haven't I rejected the sacredness?" Annie reminds us that there is joy in all. She describes some of her own altars--quilts she made, a collection of bulls, Buddha, and Guanyin. "When I notice them, they are holy. When I look at them, I remember."
Annie mentioned the book by Linda Sexson, Ordinarily Sacred. And the poet Anne Sexton's "Welcome Morning." There is joy in all.
Go out into the world,
G.
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