At once deeply compassionate and spiritually empowering, this volume of the inSpirit Series by Rev. Theresa I. Soto tends to our souls and emboldens us to become our truest selves.
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Spilling the light
Holy Quiet
A Simple Hope
Snowflakes: A Guide
Taraxacum
Finding Our Dreams
A Charm for Hope: A String
But Why This, Why Now
Blessed Are the Hungry
dear trans*, non-binary, genderqueer and gender-expansive friends and kin: (and those of us whose gender is survival)
The Magic of an Empty Palm
To the people who have mistaken freedom for liberation
Neither Divisor nor Dividend
The Spark Between
The Wonder of a Fist
everything is still on fire
I cannot prove to you that I am/we are human
Showing up for (F)friend(s)
Being a person of color in America today
Bring your broken hallelujah here
Prevail: an etymology
There are lots of ways to stay alive
The Elephant in the Room, Every Single Room
The Advice
We Hold Hope Close
Notes on a Napkin (White Supremacy)
Boldly, you must hang your light
El molcajete de mi abuelita/My grandmother’s grinding stone
When your best friend has four or so legs
Codes/witching
The part that is not water
We Hold On
The Name of Tyranny
Where Life Sends You
Mitochondrial Gift
Broken Shellsong
Survivor/ship
Remembering the future
Time for the Work
Reversals of Fortune
A Rock in Our Pocket
The Life Slow and Precious
America, is this freedom?
Siete Principios, Pues Más El Primero
You are not wrong
the butterfly effect
Stretch
When There Is No Happy Ending
The inSpirit Series
Some people are used to keeping rules; don’t cross
the street when the light is red, only sensible. It turns
out that keeping rules isn’t the same as keeping covenant,
which asks us, instead of keeping a bright line, to keep our
promises.
To what have we promised ourselves? To this
moment in time and place. To this community and even,
tenderly interconnected, this planet.
We promise ourselves to the idea that we
are each and all human beings. We promise that there
is something moving between us that we cannot tame
and cannot measure. The chalice is a reminder
that what flame we keep inside us cannot light the way.
The light must spill to shine.
The thing you must be is yourself.
Unadulterated, shedding the willingness
to journey alone, as though you are made of something
hard and unforgivable. You are human. You belong,
right here, right now. And together, we will chase away
the sickness, the secrets, and leave only the open
Possibility that the future is a space for growth.
—Spilling the light
Spilling the light
Holy Quiet
A Simple Hope
Snowflakes: A Guide
Taraxacum
Finding Our Dreams
A Charm for Hope: A String
But Why This, Why Now
Blessed Are the Hungry
dear trans*, non-binary, genderqueer and gender-expansive friends and kin: (and those of us whose gender is survival)
The Magic of an Empty Palm
To the people who have mistaken freedom for liberation
Neither Divisor nor Dividend
The Spark Between
The Wonder of a Fist
everything is still on fire
I cannot prove to you that I am/we are human
Showing up for (F)friend(s)
Being a person of color in America today
Bring your broken hallelujah here
Prevail: an etymology
There are lots of ways to stay alive
The Elephant in the Room, Every Single Room
The Advice
We Hold Hope Close
Notes on a Napkin (White Supremacy)
Boldly, you must hang your light
El molcajete de mi abuelita/My grandmother’s grinding stone
When your best friend has four or so legs
Codes/witching
The part that is not water
We Hold On
The Name of Tyranny
Where Life Sends You
Mitochondrial Gift
Broken Shellsong
Survivor/ship
Remembering the future
Time for the Work
Reversals of Fortune
A Rock in Our Pocket
The Life Slow and Precious
America, is this freedom?
Siete Principios, Pues Más El Primero
You are not wrong
the butterfly effect
Stretch
When There Is No Happy Ending
The inSpirit Series
Some people are used to keeping rules; don’t cross
the street when the light is red, only sensible. It turns
out that keeping rules isn’t the same as keeping covenant,
which asks us, instead of keeping a bright line, to keep our
promises.
To what have we promised ourselves? To this
moment in time and place. To this community and even,
tenderly interconnected, this planet.
We promise ourselves to the idea that we
are each and all human beings. We promise that there
is something moving between us that we cannot tame
and cannot measure. The chalice is a reminder
that what flame we keep inside us cannot light the way.
The light must spill to shine.
The thing you must be is yourself.
Unadulterated, shedding the willingness
to journey alone, as though you are made of something
hard and unforgivable. You are human. You belong,
right here, right now. And together, we will chase away
the sickness, the secrets, and leave only the open
Possibility that the future is a space for growth.
—Spilling the light
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