Mirrored from Suns In Her Branches | Kiya Nicoll.
The new church year begins, and as is the habit at ours when the weather allows, it began out on the common with music and performance and bagpipers.
We were exhorted to wake up and see wonders. The children played on the grass.
A second staff has been added where the rainbow pride flag blows, so that it is joined by the rose-to-blue trans flag, which the senior minister has been exhorting us to add for a while. “Long may he, she, and they wave!” he proclaimed as he introduced the new flag to the congregation.
We brought water. This is the custom: that given we separate over the summer, we bring back water from where we have gone, we pour it all together, we make it holy by our communion, and this is how we bless the children who come for blessing. I wrote up on the board where we had gotten ours, including “eclipse track, Kentucky”. (Right on the Kentucky/Tennessee border, but technically Kentucky.)
May justice roll down like waters.