Grrrr. . .

Content Warning — Sexual Abuse

Grrrr ….

One of my first jobs as a teenager was at a local gym/fitness center. I was sixteen years old. I called people on the telephone and tried to sell them memberships. It was before the days of cell phones and telecommuting. I made my calls from a small room adjacent to the gym. I worked the evening shift. One evening I arrived at work and was met by one of the managers. He put his hands on my shoulders and then my butt, pulling me close, saying how good it felt and wouldn’t it be great for him to give me a body wrap (one of the gym’s services.) I froze. Didn’t know what to do. I honestly don’t remember what I did. I only remember how I felt. Trapped. Powerless. Disgusted. Ashamed.

Grrrr . . . .

I’m sixty-two years old and this memory still haunts me — makes me sick to my stomach.  I told my husband for the first time tonight.

Grrr . . .

Grrrr. . .

Grrrrrrrrrrr . . .

Roy Moore, Kevin Spacey, Harvey Weinstein, Donald Trump and so many other perpetrators, so many victims.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrr. . . . .







Spirit of Life and Spirit of Love:

Today is an Interfaith Day of Prayer for the people of Standing Rock. We join those in North Dakota at the Oceti Sakowin Camp in lifting our prayers.

We pray for the native people

who stand the ground of their home land,

protecting the water and sacred burial sites.

We pray for their ancestors

who walked the land before them,

handing down their sacred ways.

We pray for all the native people throughout the land,

called from the four winds,

called to unanimity,

called to solidarity.

We pray for all people of faith who answered the call

to Standing Rock

to stand in unity and in prayer.

We pray for all our Unitarian Universalist clergy and lay people

who are putting their faith into action

by showing up

to work and provide witness.

We pray for all the veterans

who stand as peaceful warriors,

guardians of cherished rights

of free speech and peaceful assembly.

We pray for all who gather at Standing Rock this day.

May they find courage, strength, resolve,

and a deep will to uphold the flourishing of all life

on our beautiful planet Earth.

We pray for the police and the security guards

that they may find the heart to feel

and the eyes to see the suffering of their human siblings.

May they repent. May their repentance be met with mercy.

May they seek and find forgiveness.

May they know the meaning of compassion.

We pray for all the elected officials: the sheriff, the governor, and the president

that they may find the wisdom

to rule on behalf of the common good,

honoring the promises and protections of treaties

with the first people of this land.

We pray for all those who profit

from the steady flow of oil

and all those complicit in ensuring its steady demand

that together we may turn toward sustainable ways of living.

We pray for ourselves

that the spirit among us

will move us to live gently and humbly upon this earth,

to walk with reverence for all of life,

and to live with purpose and presence

so that future generations may do the same.

In the name of all that is good and right and true, we pray.


I am the adventurous child that feels safe enough in the world to climb over a fence and into the world of a caged gorilla at the zoo.


I am the gorilla that reacts with instincts that are at once tender and frightened.


I am the zookeeper that must respond quickly, with their best judgment, to the unfolding drama, in a way that serves the highest good.


I am the sharp shooter that pulls the trigger and releases the bullet that ends the gorilla’s life.


I am the parent of the adventurous child that clutches their racing heart and holds their churning stomach.


I am the bystander in the crowd that screams in fright and dismay, unable to look away.


I am the adventurous child that looks into the eyes of the gorilla and then feels their self being lifted, tossed, and dragged – their flesh being scraped and torn.


I am the gorilla that feels the flashing pain of a piercing bullet and feels the life force drain out of their body.


I am the parent of the child that watches, helplessly.


I am the zookeeper that must live with the consequences of their decision, being forever more questioned, and even reviled for their gut-wrenching choice.


I am the child whose life is now marked by a terror no one else will ever understand.


I am the parent whose life is now marked by a terror and a guilt no one else will ever understand, a parent whose life is now marked by public scorn.


I am the bystander that now must make sense of what I have witnessed.


I am the member of the public at large that now must wrestle with moral and ethical issues I had not considered before, issues of valuing one life over another, issues of freedom and individual agency, issues of responsibility for and protection of those entrusted to our care.


I am the person whose heart is broken open by a tragedy beyond anyone’s wildest imagination.


I am the person that rushes to judgment and finds some comfort in assigning blame.


I am the person that must live in this world where there are no easy answers, where people just like me are called to respond to circumstances that I have only visited in my worst nightmares.


I am the person that finds within myself a capacity for compassion and an embrace for ambiguity that stretches me into the fullness of what it means to be human.



O Lord of goodness and mercy, our people are killing each other in their homes, in the streets, in the workplace, in schools, in churches, mosques, synagogues, and temples. Dear Lord, is there no sacred place left to praise your holy names?

O Lord of endless compassion, too many of our neighbors are hungry and thirsty. They have no homes to shelter them from heat and cold and raging storms. Too many of our brothers, sisters, and cousins, are imprisoned, held in a system that profits from their incarceration. Too many of our kindred travelers on this planet earth are fleeing from violent oppression, running for their lives only to be turned away by those who could provide safe refuge. Dear Lord, we have strayed from our sacred teachings.

O Lord of wisdom and truth, our leaders are besieged by fear, torn by politics of division and polarization, caught in the trap of greed, privileging a few while the multitudes go wanting, selling their souls and our grand children’s future, all in the name of profit.

O Lord of our broken hearts, hear our cry. Our precious planet, the one and only home we have, is being plundered and polluted, spoiled and exploited. Our beloved animal kingdom is dwindling. Species are becoming extinct in alarming numbers. We fear that we may be among them.

Dear Lord, we know that we are being punished by our willful ignorance, for allowing ourselves to slip into denial of what is happening, for failing to change our habits of mindless consumption. We have turned away from the face of the holy and profaned the very sources of our existence.

Turn us again, O Lord, to that which is worthy of our adoration and praise.

Let us bow down and worship the waters of life, the vast and pounding oceans, the swiftly flowing rivers, the still ponds and deep lakes, the falling rain, the frozen snows, the melting glaciers and icebergs.

Let us bow down and worship the fruits of life, the amber waves of grain, the abundant orchards and vineyards, farms and gardens.

Let us bow down and worship the fish and the fowl and the animals of slaughter whose flesh feeds our own flesh.

Let us bow down and worship all the elements, the air that fills our lungs and gives us life, the sun that warms our days and grows our food, the earth that holds and sustains this life that we cherish.

Let us bow down and worship the great mystery beyond these gifts of life.

Let us bow down and worship the creative processes from which they come and let us name them God.

Dear God, may the truth of our lamentations lead us through the ashes of despair and into the promise of hope. May we be called once again to the hearth of community where the fire of commitment to our common covenant of love and service burns steady, bright, and true.

Let us remember that we need not carry the burdens of the world on our shoulders alone nor do we ask any single comrade to carry them for us.

Together we are able to bear what no one of us alone could do.



IMG_7299Come to the well, my love.

Make a cup of your hands.

Scoop up handfuls of liquid silver

shimmering with the sun’s each ray.

Let the coolness

slide down your weary palms and wrists

drenching your arms in gladness.

Let water touch your lips

like the moist kiss of a lover

quenching your parched and lonely

desert soul

where seeds long to be watered.

Taste the sweetness of hope

blossoming on your tongue

singing songs of wonder

speaking words of praise.

Let this sacred wellspring

fill you to the tips of your wiggling toes

dancing on holy ground.

Know this place as your own

your birthright

a divine grace

freely given.

Protect it as if

your life depends on it.

Keep it as pure

as the driven white snows of winter

sparkling as the fragile faith of spring.

For wells can become bitter waters

steeped in poisonous leaves

of petty concerns.

You will know them by their colors:

green envy

yellow cowardice

blood red hatred

the seductive purple of gossip.

If you taste these

spit them out.

Contaminated waters

erode trust

tarnish the truth

rust what is good

destroy what is life giving.

Come to the well of life, my love.

Living waters move

in your blood

the same self stuff as mine.

A sacred trust

whose guardians are named









Come to the well, my love.

Let us be nourished.



When shall we cease saying peace, peace, when there is no peace? When shall we beat our swords into plowshares? When shall we begin to bind up the broken and set the captives free? When shall we begin to do what is required — to love mercy, do kindness, and walk humbly with our God(s)? When shall we begin to love our neighbors as ourselves? I say now, friends. I say now.

An Ode to the Elephant in the Room

You are big.

You are different.

You scare me.

You take up space.

You have tusks.

You could trample me.

You could take me out with your trunk.

You scare me.

I look away.

I tiptoe around you.

I want to feel safe.

I appease.

I make concessions.

I feed you.

I neglect to name you.

I am afraid.

We occupy the same space.

We dance around each other.

We scare each other, each in our own way.

We do not speak, at least not in words.

We keep our distance.

We normalize our relationship.

We say it’s just the way things are.

We numb ourselves.

We occupy the same space.

We are scared.

We make our worlds smaller.

We want to feel safe.

We don’t know how.

We hurt each other.

We pretend it doesn’t matter.

You have power.

I have power.

We have power.

You are the elephant.

I am the elephant.

We are the elephant.

What shall we name the elephant in the room?