• “Eye of Horus” is the cultic expression for every offering item, not just water. Every offering item was thus represented as a substance that restored something that had been lost, that returned something that had been stolen, that renewed something that had been used up, that replenished something that had been reduced, that put together something that had fallen apart – in short, it was the symbol of a reversibility that could heal everything, even death. Jan Assmann
    Death and Salvation in Ancient Egypt

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We’re All Fronds Here

I sometimes feel Unitarian Universalism gives me sort of just the right amount of leftover Christianity for my own aesthetic sense.

I’m not one of those pagans who went through a nasty breakup with Christianity, with all the serious issues and rage that comes with that. I just didn’t fit, even with the church plays […]

April 9th, 2017 | Category: Sunday Reflection | Comments are closed

Bread and Roses

Let’s just stick to this image:

A tall woman comes up to the front of the chapel, pink hat over steel hair and freckled brown skin. When she begins to sing her voice is uneven, imperfect, strained:

“Put on your face….”

She makes it through the verse, takes a breath.

The congregation starts in, unevenly, […]

March 19th, 2017 | Category: Maat, Sunday Reflection | Comments are closed

“Go in peace and give ’em hell.”

We were late getting to church today – we got up to the balcony to sit down just as the guest preacher was finishing up the Tolkien quote of the everything lately (from The Fellowship of the Ring):

“I wish it need not have happened in my time,” said Frodo. “So do I,” said Gandalf, […]

March 5th, 2017 | Category: Sunday Reflection | Comments are closed

Made for This

I have a long post about the previous two Sundays that’s partially stalled out because hard to write and partly because I’m waiting on something, but I will get back to it.

I have all sorts of things I could say about this week’s service. I could talk about meeting The Man In The Cowboy […]

November 14th, 2016 | Category: Fiction Writing, Music, Sunday Reflection | Comments are closed

Wondering Woman

Hearing a recording of Malala Yousafzai speaking can apparently make me start leaking tears.

Here is the text of the speech.

Here is a chunk of that:

Though I appear as one girl, though I appear as one girl, one person, who is 5 foot 2 inches tall, if you include my high heels. (It […]

October 25th, 2016 | Category: Narrative, Politics, Pop Culture, Sunday Reflection, Symbolism | Comments are closed
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