Thanks to Barbara Whitney for her good humour and artistic flair, just when we may have thought laughter eluded us.

When We Breathe Together

This is the blessing
we cannot speak
by ourselves. 

This is the blessing
we cannot summon
by our own devices,
cannot shape
to our own purposes,
cannot bend to our own will. 

This blessing
that comes
when we leave behind
our aloneness,
when we gather
together,
when we turn
toward one another. 

This is the blessing
that blazes among us
When we speak the words
strange to our ears,

when we finally listen
into the chaos,

when we breathe together
at last. 

     ~Jan Richardson from “Circle of Grace: A Book of Blessings for the Seasons”

One of the things about the Holy Spirit is she doesn’t need a whole lot of room to be, to move, to flow, to ignite. It’s there in the way we image the Spirit as breath, as wind, as fire, as water.  “Like a healing stream,” we’ll be singing at the end of our service today—water can trickle through the tiniest of spaces. It only takes a spark --that’s another song in our repertoire. And wind, as we know, whistles through, seems to find those cracks in the window frame we didn’t know were there.  

Our Friday morning circle continues to grow. Join in our virtual gathering with cup in hand.