This weekend, I had the honor of officiating my best childhood friend's wedding. As part of the ceremony, I read the much-recited passage from 1 Corinthians 13: 1-13: If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to...

The wind is singing your name Across time Rustling the leaves of the trees In perfect harmony I sit in stillness, listening Reveling in the midday sun My heart, humming along

Our Mother, who art in heaven Hallowed be thy name Blessed be this ancient rage So may the Goddess rise within all