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Gathering Music (10:30am)		Welcome Slide (11am)

 “Together Apart: Our Pandemic Year: Perspectives from Women’s Group”
The Rev. Kat Hawbaker, Martha McGovern, Rebecca Phillips
Greeting 								Reverend Kat
Welcome Song 		 “Whoever You Are” (words and music by Hal Walker)
				Whoever you are, we welcome you										Wherever you come from, we welcome you									Whomever you love, we welcome you.
Welcome								Martha McGovern
Chalice Lighting #433 How rare it is, how lovely, this fellowship of those who meet together.
Opening Song #347 Gather the Spirit 
Jim Scott has graciously given permission for UU congregations to use his songs in online worship. This is the "social distancing" version of "Gather the Spirit" with Pat Lamanna's revised lyrics. 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vDhBGpB7Z_o 

REFLECTION	“Together Apart: Our Pandemic Year”		Rebecca Phillips
Mission
Celebration 									Martha
Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk was to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what we have forgotten, that the world is meant to be celebrated. 
		Terry Tempest Williams,When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice 
Personal Development through Community				Rebecca
I do not want to have you										To fill the empty parts of me.										I want to be full on my own.										I want to be so complete											I could light a whole city.
		Rupi Kaur, Being Independent

Support Through Tough Times						Martha
	After a while 												you learn the subtle difference between 									holding a hand and chaining a soul									and you learn love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t always mean security.		And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises			and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead 			with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.

And you learn													 to build all your roads on today 								because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans 							and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much				So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul 					instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers						And you learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong and				you really do have worth and you learn and you learn						with every good-bye you learn.
		Veronica A. Shoffstall, After A While 
Self Acceptance								Rebecca
Today I asked my body what she needed,								Which is a big deal										Considering my journey of										Not Really Asking That Much.
I thought she might need more water.								Or protein.												Or greens.												Or yoga.												Or supplements.											Or movement.
But as I stood in the shower									Reflecting on her stretch marks,									Her roundness where I would like flatness,								Her softness where I would like firmness,								All those conditioned wishes											That form a bundle of											Never-Quite-Right-Ness,										She whispered very gently:
Could you just love me like this?
			Holli Holden, from On the Banks blog 
Valuing of Our Contributions 						Martha
I’ve got the children to tend										The clothes to mend											The floor to mop											The food to shop											Then the chicken to fry										The baby to dry
I got company to feed											The garden to weed											I’ve got shirts to press										The tots to dress											The cane to be cut											I gotta clean up this hut										Then see about the sick										And the cotton to pick.
Shine on me, sunshine										Rain on me, rain											Fall softly, dewdrops											And cool my brow again.
	Maya Angelou, Woman Work
How We Carry On in Pandemic Times 					Rebecca
Closing Hymn - #212 We Are Dancing Sarah’s Circle
Closing Reading								Martha
	I Will Not Die an Unlived Life—Dawna Markova
 I will not die an unlived life
I will not live in fear
of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid,
more accessible,
to loosen my heart
until it becomes a wing,
a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance;
to live so that which came to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit.