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The results of the election are FINALLY in! Come join us tomorrow to reflect on the week and the work ahead. Drive thru coffee hour to follow, with treats and friendly (masked) faces!

Please join our larger UU faith family in an Election vigil and Community Gathering online tonight at 5 pm PT. You can register on Zoom or watch live on the UUA facebook page. We will have a UUCLB Zoom space after from 6:30-7:15 pm. Hope to see you tonight! https://facebook.com/events/s/post-election-vigil-community-/3713971198666868/?ti=icl

Dear UUCLB Community, As we continue to await the results of the Presidential election, many of us are yearning to be with our church community to process the outcomes and grapple with the meaning of such a politically divided nation. UUCLB will be offering the following opportunities for us to reflect together, virtually on Zoom with our larger faith family and with our congregation. Many of us are yearning for a safe in-person connection as well, and so we are adding an add...itional drive thru coffee hour this Sunday morning for you to stop by and connect with UUCLB staff on campus at the UUCLB Atherton St. parking lot. We are offering an inspiring and grounding Sunday service live from Wylder Hall from our hearts to yours, with appropriate precautions. If you find yourself in need of extra support this week, please don't hesitate to reach out to Rev. Lissa at [email protected] or to reach out to her on her Church cell at 562-355-4244. Take good care of yourselves and your families, and be gentle with yourselves as we keep the faith in our democratic process. May every voice be counted, and may every voice be heard. And let us remember the words of author Rebecca Solnit: "To be hopeful means to be uncertain about the future, to be tender toward possibilities, to be dedicated to change all the way down to the bottom of your heart." With love and faith, Rev. Lissa and our UUCLB staff See more

Good morning! Today's inspiration comes from UUCLB choir's beautiful rendition of I Believe by Mark A. Miller... lyrics taken from from words scratched on the walls of a cave in Cologne, Germany where Jews hid from Nazi persecution. Keep on believing, keep on having faith. I believe in the sun even when it’s not shining. I believe in love even when I don’t feel it. I believe in God even when God is silent.... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7V78Tb_lf0Y

"To be hopeful means to be uncertain about the future, to be tender toward possibilities, to be dedicated to change all the way down to the bottom of your heart." - Rebecca Solnit -

UUCLB Post-Election Drop-in Thursday, Nov. 5th 6:30-7:15 pm Come join Rev. Lissa for some quiet reflection and community care and support after the UUA Vigil. Join on Zoom with the link below. ... Join Zoom Meeting https://uuma.zoom.us/j/91922452492

Join our National UUA Post-Election Support THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 5, 2020 5 PM PST 6:15 PM PST followed by a UUCLB zoom space with Rev. Lissa UUA Post-Election Vigil & Community Gathering... No matter the results of the election this year, we know we will want to gather in community. Please save the date and join the UUA, UU the Vote, Side with Love, UUA President Rev. Susan Frederick-Gray and Dr. Glen Thomas Rideout, Director of Worship Arts at First UU Congregation of Ann Arbor, MI, for this special service, also featuring worship leadership from Rev. Dr. Sofia Betancourt, Matt Meyer, Rev. theresa rohlck, Rev. Ashley Horan, Nicole Pressley, Everette Thompson, and the Chalice Singers of First UU Congregation of Ann Arbor. Register to participate on Zoom https://zoom.us/webinar/registerWN_dq5K3C21Q9-VC5vVE-I9iw or watch live on the UUA Facebook

WE ARE OF A TRIBE Alberto Ríos We plant seeds in the ground And dreams in the sky, ... Hoping that, someday, the roots of one Will meet the upstretched limbs of the other. It has not happened yet. Still, Together, we nod unafraid of strangers. Inside us, we know something about each other: We are all members of the secret tribe of eyes Looking upward, Even as we stand on uncertain ground. Up there, the dream is indifferent to time, Impervious to borders, to fences, to reservations. This sky is our greater home. It is the place and the feeling we have in common. This place requires no passport. The sky will not be fenced. Traveler, look up. Stay awhile. Know that you always have a home here. See more

Remedial Dimension Survival Plan, Part 1 By Deepa Philips light your candles. practice your skills.... order your medicines. pack your 'we out' bag. put a little cash aside. save some seeds. learn your self defence. increase your stamina. memorise folks' numbers. strategise your plans. call upon your history. prepare your long game. learn and share. return to your library. live your praxis. parent your babies. pray your hardest. make your art. soak in music. document your stories. run yourself salt baths. dance until sweaty. let your tears flow. be soft with yourself. dig your hands in this earth. wash yourself in seawater. walk amidst grandmother trees. root yourself there. kiss your lover. breathe from your belly. sit on your cushion. remember your laughter. remind yourself who you are. call your family. gather your team. get with your people. lean on your ancestors. do your work now. do your work now. See more

Good morning! I am sharing some poetry to greet the day as you may be sitting with some feelings of uncertainty and disappointment as I am. May we remember to breathe and tend to our own needs today as we wait with anticipation and hope. May we remember that our tireless work to build the beloved community will continue, regardless of the outcome. May every vote be counted and every voice be heard. May we resist despair and choose love. Sending care to all today. Be gentle wi...th yourselves, your families and your neighbors. Keep in touch and remember you are not alone. We are all in this together. With love, Rev. Lissa Write-Ins For President BY LEATH TONINO I elect that bull elk in the Snake River. I elect that raven in Canyonlands National Park. I elect autumn moonlight on metal roofs. I elect the strand of barbed wire that fell from the post and is now woven into the tall brown grass. I elect the tall brown grass. I elect my neighbors’ cat the neighbors who are always cursing one another and screaming hateful things because every morning he sits with me on the fire escape and watches the sunrise without meowing. I elect the feeling of boots laced tight. I elect potatoes cooked however. I elect Vermont’s faded, sagging, leaning, crooked-in-the-best-sense-of-the-word barns. I elect rain improvising songs on a busted junkyard piano. I elect the ghost of my grandfather Dean, because the man never wanted to be anything but a farmer, or so says my grandmother Betty. I elect my grandmother Betty, because at ninety-five she takes the long view. I elect the hungry mouse who stole my snack but did so honestly, out in the open. I elect the thump-thump-thump of many wagging tails. I elect the dream I once had of a monkey riding a flying goat, a dream in which I understood intuitively, instantly, that a monkey riding a flying goat foretold the healing of all wounds. I elect the tears on my cheeks when I woke up. I elect crushed mint. I elect littered napkins folded together by the wind and placed, as if by magic, at the base of a street-corner trash can. I elect a climb of Precarious Peak that made me, and will forever keep me, humble as a pebble. I elect that which can’t be written in, that which will guide us forward, ever forward, regardless of who lives in some white house.

Join us for some live music on the last hour before the polls close!

TESTING. Musical Vigil @7pm! Tune in!