Sacred Joy

“I’ve always found early morning a holy time—not that I necessarily want to be awake then; sometimes what is holy is also difficult—and as a new parent, early morning has taken on new levels of sacred. Now I hold my crying son against my chest and he quiets, breathing warm against my neck, as I murmur lullabies. That warm breath makes my eyes prickle.” -Caitlin Cotter Coillberg, from a Braver/Wiser reflection that ends with this prayer:

May we carry joy into each new day, and practice hope even and especially in the midst of grief and uncertainty. May we have the courage to love, again and again and again, and may we love with the fierce determination our world and lives demand.

Remembrance

Each November 20, communities all around the world pause to commemorate the Transgender Day of Remembrance. This year, we honor the 426 transgender people who were murdered or who died by suicide in the past year. The list is always too long–even one person on that list is too many. And yet, we must remember. And the list, however long, is incomplete. We remember them.

Take a moment today to remember and grieve. If you can, visit Remembering Our Dead and read the list of names or watch the slide show for a while.