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Sending Courage Prayers to Bhutan

In the Courage to Lead for Nonprofit Leaders retreat series co-facilitated by Ken Saxon and Kim Stokely in Santa Barbara, California, one of the exercises at the fourth of five retreats is to invite participants to design and create prayer flags.

The following morning each participant presents their flag to the entire cohort, and then the group ties them all together. The metaphor is to honor the unique creativity we all possess while allowing us to collaborate on a single work of art with a common goal, which is far more than the sum of its parts.

At the end of the retreat, the group decides where they want the flags to fly. The most recent cohort sent the prayer flags to a preschool for at-risk children and then to a facility serving people with disabilities. After those two stops, cohort member Chris Tucker offered to take them with him to Bhutan’s famous Tiger’s Nest Monastery.

I woke before dawn in Kathmandu to catch the daily flight along the front range of the Himalayas across a narrow strip of India to reach the remote Buddhist kingdom of Bhutan, known for its guiding philosophy of Gross National Happiness. I carried only a day-pack with a special cargo of a handmade prayer flag from the 6th cohort of the Courage to Lead for Nonprofit Leaders retreat series in Southern California.

Dodo, my appointed Bhutanese guide, met me on the tarmac in Paro airport dressed in a short robe, a kilt-like garment, dark knee socks, and hiking boots. After our greetings, I explained that I had come with a very special goal of delivering prayers for the world from a group of thoughtful leaders in my country. I opened my pack and his eyes grew wide as he unfurled each panel, every one thoughtfully designed and created by one of our Courage to Lead members. Speaking Bhutanese words in soft reverent tones, he examined the art work and words and smiled broadly. I asked him if he could help me find the right place to hang our prayer flag? He said that he would take me to one of the most sacred places in all of Bhutan, the Tiger’s Nest Monastery, where the breeze and combination of elements are most auspicious.

A few days later we made the six-hour hike up through the forest to a rushing waterfall. Across the gorge, the ancient monastery clung to the cliffs as if part of the mountain. In the clear mountain sunshine, we hung the Courage to Lead prayer flags among others exactly in the spot that Dodo knew was just right. Once we tied the long strand securely, Dodo said a prayer, brought his hands together over his heart and smiled. I smiled too, visualizing each of us who made the flag stopping in our daily routine to imagine our collective messages of inspiration and peace waving in the springtime breeze here on the roof of the world.

You can see Dodo hanging the prayer flags in a short video here.

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Welcoming the Stranger

What does the word “community” evoke for you? Family? Friends? Neighbors? Religious groups? The Cheers bar where everybody knows your name?

We are social creatures that need company – to know and feel known. Isolation withers our spirits. Companions call us out of ourselves, and reflect back to us what we put out into the world. But do those companions always have to be people we know?

For much of my life I have held close to myself a piece of wisdom from Parker Palmer:

“In true community we will not choose our companions, for our choices are so often limited by self-serving motives. Instead, our companions will be given to us by grace. Often they will be persons who will upset our settled view of self and world. In fact, we might define true community as that place where the person you least want to live with lives….” [The Company of Strangers]

As I move to a new city completely across the country from my familiar communities, and assume a new leadership position with a group of people I hardly know, I am struck anew with the beauty of connection that can happen with strangers. Unencumbered with assumptions built up in past relationships, strangers can meet as they are in that moment.

Without prior knowledge of one another the brain often seeks refuge in stereotypes – socially constructed prejudices that can lead us to avoid or fear the stranger. The divisions and polarization of our current culture give testimony to this instinctive behavior. It is a tragic gap we all live within. But when we take the courageous step of receiving the stranger as a gift of grace, we can go to a deeper place of soul connecting to soul. These encounters can be as, or sometimes more, life-giving than a meeting of life-long friends.

When I think of the communities that are most energizing for me at the moment, they are ones where people cross the usual boundaries and together create an experience of grace and joy, even amidst the challenges that diversity can bring. One such community that I’ve had the great pleasure of witnessing is The Sanctuaries: DC, an intentionally inclusive gathering of young adults who bring art and spirituality together and weave a new fabric of community. Here’s a video of a song they created called “Love Reaches Out” that shows the joy that comes as a result:

Love reaching out is indeed what our world needs more of right now. And I take courage from the model of these folks willing to challenge the easy assumptions that keep us divided. Strangers can indeed create a home together. I am grateful for the strangers who have welcomed me into my new life, my new home. I so look forward to what we can create together.



Terasa Cooley
Executive Director

P.S. Journey to a deeper place of soul connecting with soul in a Courage & Renewal program. Find a program near you.

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Finding the Held-Back Place of Goodness in the Broken Hearts of Veterans

Before there were the concepts of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder or Moral Injury to describe veterans’ suffering that persisted long after battle, there was the concept of “soldier’s heart,” which dates back to the American Civil War. The place of veterans’ suffering was sought in the heart.

The heart is the place of courage (the Latin root cor which gives us words like “coronary”), but it is also a place of vulnerability to the invisible wounds of war. A bridge between military and civilian worlds for returning veterans is courage. In the military, courage is necessary to protect and defend our country. Military courage and civilian courage both come from the heart, but they look different in action. In the military, courage comes in the form of extending one’s self beyond emotions of fear and self-preservation for the good of the unit and the success of the mission. In the civilian world, courage takes the form of opening our hearts to others.

Parker Palmer has written about the courage that we need in our dealings with ourselves and with others, that we need “the courage to keep one’s heart open in those very moments when the heart is asked to hold more than it is able” (The Courage to Teach, p. 12). War is one of those times when the heart is asked to hold more than it is able. When I read Parker Palmer’s description of the two ways the heart can break in Healing the Heart of Democracy, I instantly thought about the experience of veterans.

[The heart] can break “apart into a thousand pieces, the result may be anger, depression, and disengagement…This kind of broken heart is an unresolved wound that keeps wounding us and others. When the heart is brittle and shatters, it can scatter seeds of violence and multiply our suffering among others.” (Palmer, p. 18-22)

I work with veterans every day and the pain that they carry in their hearts sometimes leads not only to their suffering, but extends outward to everyone around them in an emotional blast radius. This is the sad truth of the contagious aspect of violence. Carl Jung’s concept of “mental contagion,” Robert Jay Lifton’s concept of the “death taint,” and Sigmund Freud’s concept, of “thanatos” or the “death instinct” all recognized how violence can spread once it is unleashed. When the heart breaks apart and shatters, it causes emotional and spiritual shrapnel injuries to self and others.

Many veterans have a difficult time with the cultural shift from military culture to civilian culture. People who study culture call this “reverse culture shock” where what used to be familiar now seems foreign. Many veterans return home to find that they feel an “us and them” mentality as they cannot relate to civilians and the civilian world. Many veterans went off to war to fight to bring peace and security to the world, but upon their return home they cannot find peace in their hearts, minds, or lives. The struggle to live with a shattered heart is a lonely and isolated place to be.

Parker Palmer tells us that there is another way that the heart can break: it can break open. This is a form of suffering or sacrifice where pain opens the heart to greater compassion.

When the heart is supple, it can be ‘broken open’ into a greater capacity to hold our own suffering in a way that opens us to greater compassion, heartbreak becomes a source of healing, deepening our empathy for others who suffer and extending our ability to reach out to them. (Palmer, p. 22)

Palmer tells us that democracy depends on the heart being able to break open and this is exactly the struggle that veterans face as they return from war and do the work of acculturation to feel part of society again. How can we increase the chances that trauma, suffering and heartbreak will increase an individual’s capacity for compassion, rather than lead to a perpetuation of violence and trauma?

This is the question that Joseph Rael and I have sought to address in our book Walking the Medicine Wheel: Healing Trauma & PTSD. We can look at suffering in two ways. The first is that it is meaningless and needs to be medicated, repressed, or moved away from. The second way is that it is necessary part of a process of initiation. I think this is what Parker Palmer is speaking of when he describes the different ways the heart can break, when it breaks open the pain can be used as an initiation process into greater compassion for self and others. Joseph Rael, whose Tiwa name is Beautiful Painted Arrow, teaches that there is intentional suffering and unintentional suffering. When suffering is embraced, intentionally, its energy can be used for transformation. When suffering is not accepted, it becomes unintentional suffering and we feel victimized by it. Joseph’s visionary work taught him that everyone has a “held-back place of goodness” within their hearts, no matter what they go through in life. Veterans’ challenge, and our challenge as the society responsible for sending them to war, is to create supportive spaces where we can all sift through the pieces of our broken hearts so that we can find the held-back place of goodness that allows us to give birth to compassion out of trauma. This is necessary not just for veterans, but for all of us to heal the separation and divisiveness in ourselves, our country and the world.

This blog features an adapted and edited excerpt from Walking the Medicine Wheel: Healing Trauma & PTSD by David R. Kopacz and Joseph Rael (pages 156-159).

David R. Kopacz works as a psychiatrist in Primary Care Mental Health Integration at the Seattle Division of Puget Sound VA and is an Acting Assistant Professor at University of Washington. His experience ranges from running a holistic private psychiatry practice in Champaign, Illinois, to working as Clinical Director of a psychiatric rehabilitation center in Auckland, New Zealand. His blog focuses on living an integrated life and his website displays his poetry, photography, painting and writing as well as information on his books.

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Welcoming Change

With my final Words note before I retire and pass this task on to my colleague Terasa Cooley next month, I want to reflect on what I find at the very heart of the Courage & Renewal approach that CCR has brought to you for over 25 years: encouragement. 

I cannot hear the word encouragement without thinking about Alfred Adler.

As a teacher in the 1980s, I encountered the groundbreaking work of Alfred Adler, a Viennese physician who was initially a member of Freud’s inner circle.

He broke away early to develop his own theory of human behavior – a theory I find the world today yearns for.  

Though little known because he died young, and because the Freudians controlled the academy across the U.S. and Europe for over a century, Adler was an influence on the landmark work of American psychologists Kenneth and Mamie Clark whose research was influential to the U.S. civil rights movement in the 1950s.

I believe that the implications and applications of Adler’s thinking stands alone as theory of human psychology that is a theory of equity and democracy whereas all other dominant Euro-American theories of behavior – Calvinism, Freudianism, Behaviorism – are all theories of hierarchy.

At the heart of Adler’s thinking is the role of encouragement and discouragement in a human quest to achieve a sense of belonging and significance among other people. 

Over many years of working with teachers, I played with the roots of the word encouragement and its opposite, discouragement. One means “in heart” and the other means “removed from or out of heart.

In experiential activities with teachers, we played with the difference between the dominant use of “praise” with students and the alternative use of “encouragement.”

Examples for praise might be: 

“Good girl!”
“You got all As. Here’s $5 bucks.”
“I’m proud of you.”

Examples of encouragement are: 

“I have faith in you.”
“I trust you to make the decision that is right for you.”
“Can you tell me more about your painting?”
“What did you learn here?”

We watched teachers powerfully realize that praise was all about the teacher and being manipulative, while encouragement was all about opening a relationship. 

Teachers in role-plays quickly realized that when people praised them, it severed relationships and that they were doing the same thing to students!

Encouragement sends a message that we see the other person and recognize their humanity. It is not judgmental nor shallow nor manipulative but connecting and open. It opens a door to relationship founded in dignity and respect. 

And it is one of the powerful ways Courage & Renewal programs create welcome so quickly among strangers.

Personally, it is one of the factors that drew me to the work of the Center seventeen years ago and it will keep me connected for years to come.

What are the most encouraging words you’ve ever heard? From whom?

Where do you feel welcomed without a shred of doubt? What created this sense?


Terry Chadsey
Executive Director

P.S. Experience encouraging, revitalizing relationships in a Courage & Renewal program. Find a program near you.

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My Mother Was a Freedom Fighter

The first time I met Caribbean-American poet, Aja Monet, was in a church basement in New York City. We were there to read essays we had written for a book called Talking Taboo: American Christian Women Get Frank About Faith. I remember Aja, with her bouncy hair and bright lips, remarking how long it had been since she’d been in a church. And I remember thinking – after she read her essay, “No One Teaches Us to Be Daughters”– that perhaps it was because the church could not contain her. Her writing writhed from easy grasp.

This Mother’s Day, Aja is releasing a book of poetry that continues to venerate the female line in all its complexities. My Mother Was a Freedom Fighter (Haymarket Books, 2017) is “an ode to mothers, daughters, and sisters – the tiny gods who fight to change the world.” We are more than fighters, though. We are also weapons of violence. Aja’s collection of poetry moves us deeper than a holiday celebration of women toward a political excavation of the human heart.

As I read the collection, I was struck by how beautifully and ruthlessly Aja excavates her own life for her art.

The collection is broken into three movements: inner (city) chants, witnessing, and (un)dressing a wound. In the first movement, Aja meditates on the inviolable connection to our origin stories. In the poem “wit” she describes her first audience as “a small room of ovaries.” In “my parents used to do the hustle,” she captures a child’s complicated devotion:

i chose them
long before
their hurt
long after
they chose me

The second movement threads Aja’s upbringing in Brooklyn with the overarching story of now. The poem #sayhername is a reminder of the black women who have been victims of police brutality and how no liberation of black lives is possible without men and women feeling bound up in each other:

we do not vanish in the bated breath of
our brothers. show me, show me a man
willing to fight beside me, my hand in his,
the color of courage, there is no mountaintop
worth seeing without us.

Some references to current events or cultural cues were lost on me, as if I were missing the ability to taste all the ingredients in a rich stew. It made my mouth water for more understanding, my heart ache to taste and see more justice. This, I want to tell my old friend Aja, is what makes your art so good.

freedom’s smile is a contagious spirit
a rattling song of the heart

These lines come from a poem entitled “she sweats” in the final and most buoyant movement of the collection, in which her poetry crisscrosses the globe between the personal and the universal, the national and the global. Ultimately, when the book comes to an end, we realizing it’s the human heart we’ve been traversing: Aja’s, strangers’ and our own.

Aja writes in her author’s note, “These poems are a way one posits the importance of feeling deeply in order for substantial social change to take place. This is a way of exploring the unknown. Actions without a confrontation of repressed feelings become movements without meaning. Gestures in good faith do not end oppression; it is risk and ruthless radical love that will see us through.”

This is precisely why poetry is so central to the work we do at the Center for Courage & Renewal in helping people align their inner life with their outer work in the world. Poetry is not just a respite for the soul. It can also be the guttural, biting song of resistance.

My Mother Was a Freedom Fighter turns bodies that have been used as weapons into weapons of liberation. We cannot be contained.


Aja Monet is a Caribbean-American poet, performer, and educator from Brooklyn. She has been awarded the Andrea Klein Willison Prize for Poetry and the Nuyorican Poet’s Café Grand Slam title, as well as the New York City’s YWCA’s “One to Watch Award.” She is the author of The Black Unicorn Sings and the co-editor, with Saul Williams, of Chorus: A Literary Mixtape. She lives in Little Haiti, Miami, where she is a co-founder of Smoke Signals Studio and dedicates her time merging arts and culture in community organizing with the Dream Defenders and the Community Justice Project.

Erin Lane is a Courage & Renewal Facilitator and the Center’s Assistant Program Director for Clergy and Congregational Leaders. She develops programs that deepen the spiritual formation of people of faith and support healthy congregational life. A writer and speaker, Erin is the co-editor of Talking Taboo and author of Lessons in Belonging from a Church-Going Commitment Phobe. You can find more of her writing at

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Honest and Open Questions as a Spiritual Practice

When I first began participating in circles of trust, the part that intrigued me most was the practice of asking honest and open questions. How interesting. What a revelation! I began to witness just how many interactions were trimmed by the offering of advice or a ‘helpful’ suggestion, after which, the dialogue was over. So often it seemed that our hurried way of engaging with one another undergirded this phenomenon. If we’re all too busy at work and a colleague begins to describe something that’s troubling her, why not help her out by telling her how to take care of the issue? Problem solved!

I went through a period of discomfort with the slow dawning that sometimes, I was the one cutting the dialogue off at its knees. As someone who prided myself on being an empathetic ear, I couldn’t help but be surprised at how often the questions I wanted to ask were along the lines of Have you ever read this book…? Have you ever considering doing …? Poorly veiled guidance-giving in the form of a friendly question.

And so I dove in with gusto. As a righteous worker bee, I recall the effort aimed at asking ‘just the right question.’ I was earnest as I sat listening with steam coming out of my ears, trying to come up with the supportive questions that would offer this good person just the clarity needed.

However, sometimes – once in a while – something would shift and I would find myself in a nearly altered state of quiet. The soundtrack would settle down and all that I was doing was deeply listening for real. Sometimes this happened when I was out walking with someone. I have often told the story in circles of trust, of the intense realization that this practice was getting into my bones when someone close to me said, Can we do that thing we’ve been doing lately, where we go for a walk, and you ask me questions so that I can figure out what I need to do next?

So what made that different from the other approach – that of working so hard to be a virtuous listener?

I’ve come to think of asking honest and open questions as a true contemplative practice. It asks the same of us. As a dedicated spiritual practice, it begins with intention, presence and a particular entering in. It takes discipline. It is both a process and a transformed perspective that’s different from our usual way of being (or perhaps doing) in the world. In short, it takes – well, practice.

Here are some approaches I have intentionally cultivated as I sit or walk with someone who is in a period of discernment.

Settle in. Much as with meditation, the first thing I need to do is to still my busy mind, to quiet the river of observations, judgements, and endless planning ahead thoughts that often unconsciously occupy my daily thinking – to take a few deep breaths and slow down. Sometimes that’s easier said than done. Frequent practice with family members, friends and colleagues seems to cultivate an easier ‘entering in’ each time. I remind myself of my role, to hold space for this person. To be there. To be here.

Behold. It’s amazing what it is to notice another human being, to fully take them in. Something that helps me drop into noticing the being in the human being if they are sitting in front of me is to witness their eye color. It can be startling to see how often I miss that particular part of a person and its nuances. I try to hold them in a soft gaze – neither looking directly, nor being detached – just taking in the whole of them as we sit together. As they begin talking, again, I often need to still that river of thoughts and take them in again and again as a whole person – what they are saying, how they are saying it, how their body is moving with what they are saying, capturing somehow the whole picture at once.

Offer an invitation. When I first began this journey, this was the point at which I would begin thinking. I wanted to ask great questions! I still do, and yet the way forward has altered a little bit. Instead of trying to think of good questions, I’ve begun to issue a deep invitation to my own inner teacher, to please respond to the inner teacher in this person sitting before me, and to offer a question from my depths – inviting it to bubble up from down inside me, instead of thinking about it and having it come from my mind. Every time I start ‘thinking’ my way into it, I’ll return to that meditative practice of sitting quietly, continuing to listen with all of me, trusting that the question will come without my working at it, forcing it, or thinking too hard. I issue the invitation to my heart center, though for some, I would imagine it could come from their ‘gut,’ solar plexus or other part of their body.

Stay with it. As the person continues to speak, I find myself looping back through the above, intentionally listening, holding that space without trying to get myself into it, quieting my thoughts, and continuing to issue the invitation, from inner teacher to inner teacher. If they begin to cry, I gently lower my eyes and imagine my heart opening wide, wider, in response to their tears.

Notice the question that bubbles up, instead of the one that thinks its way in. When it happens, I start to feel a question arising. It quite literally seems located from the center of me. It’s often a simple question, though at times it has an unexpected layer or two. Occasionally it’s so different from the kind I might typically ask that it makes me a little uncomfortable. I’ll let the question continue to simmer as I continue to listen.

Is it ‘true?’ I have asked questions that are textbook from the perspective of being ‘honest and open,’ and yet, they have come from my intellect. I recall sitting in clearness a couple of years ago, thinking hard about the right question to ask. When I asked it, as I heard myself, it seemed all wrong, off, rather severe, a little too cerebral – not ‘true’ at all to the situation or the friend sitting before me. A question that comes from my depths in response to the person before me is different. It feels true. If it persists and continues to bubble up as I’m listening, I’ll quietly examine it and then when the person pauses, I’ll ask if they would welcome a question.

Some examples from recent experiences include feeling the way a colleague continued to land on the word ‘intentional’ as he was speaking, using it four times, the way his body shifted each time he said it. What does intentional mean to you? Simple and yet true because of where it came from in me, in response to him.

Another person was at a very difficult juncture and one bubbled up that isn’t my ‘usual kind of question,’ probably a good indication it was in response to her, not my own mind: if you pause, close your eyes, and ask the wise woman who lives inside you to show you the way forward, what does she have to say? I can still see the way in which her whole demeanor shifted as that question was asked.

There was also a time in which a former student called me on the phone at work. Having graduated four years earlier, she was in a difficult place, feeling utterly lost. After about 45 minutes of listening, I felt the question, which was something like this: as you reflect on what you have shared with me, how often do you find yourself living here and how often are you not here, worrying over what you’ll do a month, a year, five years from now, or for the rest of your life? I could describe my perception of its impact and her response, but the point isn’t so much what she did with it – that was her job. My role was simply to listen and ask.

Mantra for the very supportive: it’s not my responsibility. I have to continually remind myself that it isn’t my job to ask the perfect question, nor is it to offer clarity or help the person discern the next part of the journey. It’s not my job to guide this person through an issue or difficult period of their life. As someone who has an internal desire to be helpful (sometimes to a fault) this is a practice of its own!

My role is to hold space without pushing into it, to listen deeply and well, to take in the being of the human being sitting with me, and to invite my inner teacher to respond.

That’s all.

And that’s a whole lot.



Marcia Eames-Sheavly is a Courage & Renewal facilitator and a university horticulture educator, who has devoted most of her professional time to bringing people and plants together, whether students in the classroom, online learners around the world, or community members from New York to Belize. The recipient of national teaching and writing awards, she presents internationally and has authored numerous publications, book chapters, articles, and recently, a book of poetry – So Much Beauty.

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Welcoming Curiosity









How curious are you?

I like to think of curiosity as a friend to empathy. And, if I go back to the root meaning of the word – the Latin curiosus – I arrive right beside the word care.

Curiosity can be a form of compassion. Done right, it’s a posture of love.

This spring, it feels more important than ever for me to stand in this posture of curiosity – to welcome curiosity as a guide as I look toward my upcoming retirement in June, asking it to help me be a better listener, friend, family member, citizen. How can I practice my curiosity in a season of transition?

I find our Courage & Renewal Touchstones to be a helpful guide to learning how to welcome – and make a home for – curiosity, the kind that is careful and empathetic, that learns “to respond to others with honest, open questions instead of counsel or corrections.”

By holding this space of curious questioning, which is ultimately empathetic and careful, we can “hear each other into speech” rather than pushing an agenda or trying to force an easy fix.

Denise Levertov’s poem “A Gift” gestures at the kind of compassionate curiosity I want to live. She writes:

Just when you seem to yourself
nothing but a flimsy web
of questions, you are given
the questions of others to hold
in the emptiness of your hands,
songbird eggs that can still hatch
if you keep them warm…

I trust that we will all hold our questions with the care they deserve, protecting and warming these “songbird eggs,” hearing each other into our lives.

What questions are you holding in your hands, yours or others?

What does curiosity look like in your life?


Terry Chadsey
Executive Director

P.S.Make space for your curiosity and ask your own open, honest questions at a Courage & Renewal program. Find a program near you.

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Announcing Our New Executive Director

The Center for Courage & Renewal is pleased to announce the selection of Terasa Cooley as its next Executive Director. She will join the team on May 30, 2017, with a brief overlap with Terry Chadsey who is retiring after eight years. The selection was made after an extensive national search and selection process.

“Terasa’s experience with human and collective transformation is a great fit,” said Ken Saxon, a Courage & Renewal facilitator and Board member, who led the search committee. “She’s a proven change agent who has advanced important work in the world in complex networked organizations, and one in particular.”

Terasa formerly served as Vice President for Program & Strategy at the Unitarian Universalist Association (Boston, MA) where she was responsible for all program offices, advocacy campaigns, board reporting and strategic initiatives. In her 12 years with UUA, she also held positions as District Executive and Director of Congregational Life. From 1990-2005, Terasa was a senior minister in Detroit, Michigan, Chicago, Illinois, and Hartford, Connecticut. Most recently, Terasa was an organizational development consultant with a special focus on organizational diversity and effective board functioning. Her clients ranged from local to international non-profit organizations, including Think Equal, The Precious Project, Heller School of Management, and The Sanctuaries DC.

Terasa noted, “In this time of political polarization and social and personal insecurity, people are desperately looking for a way to bring about wholeness within themselves and in the world surrounding them. The Center serves just such a need. To help lead an organization that brings practices to the world for deep social impact will be immensely gratifying.”

At the UUA Terasa oversaw the work of the international office which included an NGO in India and a UN affiliated office, so she greatly looks forward to engaging with the Center’s world-wide network.

The search committee voiced their enthusiasm:

“Terasa possesses an innate appreciation for the principles and practices that distinguish Courage & Renewal,” said Courage & Renewal Board Chair Estrus Tucker. “She has an engaging vision for our collective future.”

Ileana Jiménez shared, “I’m overflowing with excitement about this appointment. I’ve been on a number of searches and rarely do I feel such a clear sense of a person who will take us to a new level of innovation and creativity. Terasa has an awakened quality of consciousness.”

Added Loie Lenarz, “When I think of Terasa, I think of the quote by Frederick Buechner because her deep gladness meets the world’s deep need.”

Terasa received her doctoral degree from Hartford Seminary where her focus was on strategic planning and leadership development. She earned a Master of Divinity degree from Harvard Divinity School and her undergraduate degree from the University of Texas – Austin. Terasa is incredibly excited to move from Boston to Seattle and to explore the Pacific Northwest.

This press release is available for download here as a PDF

A Short Interview With Terasa

Q: What do you know about the Center for Courage & Renewal so far?

The work of Parker Palmer came to me in my first year of ministry, offering much needed wisdom to one trying to build a religiously diverse community of spiritual sustenance. The Company of Strangers was the first book of his that I read. I often gave out copies of Let Your Life Speak to those struggling with life’s questions and I have used his methodology in much of my teaching and training throughout my career. My own spiritual life and sense of calling has been immeasurably informed by Parker’s gentle exhortations toward wholeness.

Q: You mentioned to staff that when you left UUA, you didn’t expect to stay in the spiritual arena. But then you saw this job opening. Could you say more about that?

After years of working with the ethereal goal of bringing about spiritual transformation, I was craving a chance to help create much more substantial change in the world. You know: concrete, measurable things! But the deeper I got into my exploration of this opportunity the more I realized that I still feel called to help people work with their deepest selves, as that is the only way true change really happens.

Q: What are some other ways you have felt connected to Courage work?

I come from a family of teachers and so The Courage to Teach was very inspirational to me. My mom taught for fifty years, starting out in a one-room schoolhouse in Texas when she was 17. I was inspired by her ability to embody a curious presence. My grandma was a circuit teacher in Minnesota in the 1920s and 30s. Both women had to really embody a kind of teaching that was separate from institutional structures. They knew how to live from the inside out, and I admired that immensely.

Q: How did you end up in ministry instead of teaching, then? And why did you shift from leading congregations to working in the national association?

My call to ministry actually came when I was in college and working on political campaigns. I worked for a very progressive state office holder who constantly wrestled with the compromises the political life forced him to make and I became very disillusioned with that world. I majored in English literature and was encouraged to pursue an academic career, but that felt too distant from real life for me. I started going back to a UU church and found myself very drawn to the world of meaning making. UUism is a very liberal and social activist denomination and was a comfortable fit for someone who was not traditionally religious. So it was kind of a process of “not this, not this, but this!”

After 15 years serving congregations, I became absorbed by the question of how institutions can change and what kind of leadership change requires. I did my doctorate in strategic planning and wanted to take this learning further afield. I was asked to become a district executive where I could teach other congregations and leaders what I had learned. And then I was recruited to become the national Director of Congregational Life to oversee a major structural organizational change. From there I became the top strategist for the UUA and loved engaging with all different kinds of programs and helping align them with an outward facing message. Can you tell there’s a theme of engaging with change here?

Q: How will you begin to gain an understanding of the Center’s work and the work of the global Collaboration?

What I’ve learned through all my experience of change is that relationship is key. Change processes are necessarily emotional and must be recognized as such. That’s why I’m excited to start getting to know people by going on a listening tour. When I can’t meet face to face, I like using video rather than phone. I want to experience the myriad kinds of applications of Courage work that people are engaging in.

Q: What can you tell us about your global/international experience?

In my last position I oversaw the work of the international office and was introduced to a whole new world of global consciousness. I became struck by how limited our North American vision seemed to be and was inspired by many of our global partners for the courage they showed. I traveled to India to witness the work of an NGO that we managed and came away with a very different understanding of social change.

Q: Do you have a favorite poem or quote that reflects your views on courage, social justice, or leadership?

I’ve always been inspired by Vaclav Havel and all that he teaches about hope in the midst of despair. One of my favorite quotes of his is “Hope is a state of mind, not of the world. Hope, in this deep and powerful sense, is not the same as joy that things are going well, or willingness to invest in enterprises that are obviously heading for success, but rather an ability to work for something because it is good.” Especially with what we are faced with today it is a constant reminder to me of the demand for courage.

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On Labyrinths and Better Paths

From my office window today, like most days, I can see the park across the street, birds searching together for food, neighbors walking their dogs. But today I can also see a construction crew pouring a new concrete path in front of Pilgrim Chapel and the parsonage office where I work.

The old path was made up of large, bumpy stones, so the challenge of walking between our two buildings has been to step carefully over large rocks jutting from the ground without spraining an ankle. I’ve learned to walk around the rocks through the grass, rendering the path itself pointless. The old path had appealing form but pitiful function. I’m glad to see the new path today.

I’m reminded of a retreat I took last year in Georgia, at a retreat center located amidst deep woods, walking trails, and a large pond. At the edge of the pond was a walking labyrinth with a path made of fine sand. My first day at the retreat, I walked over to the labyrinth, took off my shoes and socks, and began what I intended to be a peaceful, contemplative walk around the labyrinth. No work. No worries. Just a restful, peaceful sequence of moments along the path.

But almost immediately I stepped on something sharp. And then again, something stabbed my foot. I looked down. Covering the entire labyrinth path were hundreds of spiky round balls, the seed pods from the sweet gum tree above. There was no way to walk the path without stepping on them, no tiptoeing around this problem.

Richard Rohr writes, “Contemplation builds on the hard bottom of reality—as it is—without ideology, denial, or fantasy.” Thinking of this labyrinth, I can’t help but wonder: If I cling to my ideology and ideals, would I see this fouled-up labyrinth and just walk away because it is not up to my standards? If I cling to denial, would I try to tiptoe around the seed pods, insisting I could have my peace without needing to address the problems beneath my feet? If I cling to fantasy, would I walk the path and step on the seed pods, using the power of positive thinking to pretend that the stabbing pain does not bother me?

So my plan for a peaceful walk was thwarted. I had to adjust my expectations. My walk in the labyrinth suddenly shifted to something that felt more like work. This is not what I had in mind. Every step now required me to stoop down, pick up a few seed pods, and cast them out of the labyrinth. But I began to notice that as I curved around the center of the labyrinth again and again, I could look to the outer rings and see my progress, then look at the inner path remaining and see all of the work that remained. It hit me then: perhaps picking up the seed pods had not thwarted my contemplative walk. Perhaps this work had become my prayer.

Perhaps the path to peace is only possible by first recognizing the true condition of the path, working to remove barriers and restore order, and then, only then, after having done the hard work of clearing the path and reaching the center, is it possible to turn and discover a path that is clear, that is open, that is peace. And perhaps the path will not stay cleared. Perhaps it requires ongoing work, sustained attention, and an acceptance of the cycles of things. Perhaps small portions of peace can be found every step along the way.

I don’t know about you, but my life tends to grow cluttered rather quickly and easily. When I reach the end of a year and try to make plans for the upcoming season, I often struggle to clear away all that has accumulated, both in my mental and physical spaces, in order to find time to reflect, give thanks, plan, and dream. But I know I need that time, because beyond all of the other demands of life and ideas for making a living, I know what I ultimately seek is peace—peace of mind and peace on earth.

In other words, I seek a clear path, a better path, a path that is being cleared.

So I know there’s work to be done. Some of the work is like the seed pods: work done in solitude, one small problem at a time, leaning over it, lifting it up, and placing it out of the way. Other work is like the path being built outside my office today: work that requires the help of others, people who know how to help remove large rocks and pave better paths. And we work together in part because not everyone is afforded the ability to make or remake his or her own path. And we work together based not on ideology, denial, or fantasy, but simply from a deep acknowledgement of the work that is required of us right now, on the ground beneath our feet, on earth as it is.

An alum of the Center’s Courage to Lead for Young Leaders & Activists, Andrew Johnson is a writer, speaker and community activist living and working in the midtown area of Kansas City, Missouri. He is the executive director of Pilgrim Center, a public chapel providing an open space where neighbors connect and build a stronger community. For more info you can visit or

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Welcoming Spring

Here in Seattle, we are drenched in record-setting amounts of rain. Learning to welcome what’s in front of me – this season of transition into spring, into change – is blurred by an overwhelming sense of saturation.

I wonder if you feel this way, too. It’s not just the literal change from winter to spring. Wherever you are, whether the weather is rainy or dusty, cold or humid, it seems that the collective landscape of our lives these days is inundated.

Inundated with exhaustion, anxiety, concern. Inundated with the desire to stay connected to each other in a time when we have so much on our plates.

How do I welcome a new season when I am bogged down in details and concerns? This is another way of asking: How can I welcome change?

Staying open to welcome even when we are overwhelmed is vital to our wholeness. Giving and receiving welcome is the first of our Circle of Trust Touchstones and for good reason – it’s where we start. It’s how we begin.

I am standing here in my own mud season learning how to welcome the change that our seasonal deluge brings, its great beckoning to spring.

“Blackbirds” by Julie Cadwallader-Staub is a guide for me in this season, evoking a lovely posture of welcome for this time of change in the year, and in our lives:

I am 52 years old, and have spent
truly the better part
of my life out-of-doors
but yesterday I heard a new sound above my head
a rustling, ruffling quietness in the spring air

and when I turned my face upward
I saw a flock of blackbirds
rounding a curve I didn’t know was there
and the sound was simply all those wings
just feathers against air, against gravity
and such a beautiful winning
the whole flock taking a long, wide turn
as if of one body and one mind.

How do they do that?

Oh if we lived only in human society
with its cruelty and fear
its apathy and exhaustion
what a puny existence that would be

but instead we live and move and have our being
here, in this curving and soaring world
so that when, every now and then, mercy and tenderness triumph in our lives
and when, even more rarely, we manage to unite and move together
toward a common good,

we can think to ourselves:

ah yes, this is how it’s meant to be.

Where do you find “rustling, ruffling quietness” in your days?

Which surprises in nature help you welcome the change in seasons?


Terry Chadsey
Executive Director

P.S. Embrace and celebrate welcome at a Courage & Renewal program. Find a program near you.

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