I often think of spring as being overflowing with ritual, whether they’re more formal ceremonies like the flower ceremony in Unitarian Universalism, or various acknowledgements of mothers, fathers, those lost in service to our country, graduates, coming of age/confirmation, new members, gratitude for leaders and teachers, etc.
It seems like we squeeze a lot into these Sundays between Easter and summer… and it can seem overwhelming.
Or maybe not.
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