Shown at the service Sunday, May 21.
Written by the community of UUCUV on June 20, 2021 Walking, suddenly the air is filled with a fragrance like honey. Watching clouds, puffy white clouds floating Me along. The first bite of the first warm field ripened strawberry; strawberries … Read More
One object I will never let go of is A full sized gloriously wooden cello I do not play with finger or bow And it sits here minus all it’s strings It has been transformed, re-purposed From conveyor of musical … Read More
I was staring at this figurine on my shelf–her wings fell off a long time ago but I kept her–and I suddenly had a funny idea of what she might sing if she was strumming away. I grabbed my son’s … Read More
Art and poetry by member Claudia Kern After a Wet Snow Gray dawn light. Outside my window the whole world is lace. Upon each stark twig, needle, and branch, white filigree. Nothing is spared, not one bud. If I were … Read More
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