I’m just back from leading a retreat for our Coming of Age youth and their mentors. Coming of Age is a common UU program, although each congregation does it a bit differently. This year I rehauled our program almost completely, but I knew I still wanted to end with a retreat with solo vigils for the youth.
It was a wonderful, thoughtful, and poignant retreat. The space I found to rent was lovely, despite the rain, the youth were really using this time to be thoughtful and introspective, and the adults had a good time together while holding this intentional space open for the youth.
A reading from Coming of Age: a treasury of poems, quotations and readings on growing up that I used begins with: “Coming of age never really ends. It is a regenerative and cyclic process, moving a bit forward, a bit back, seeming more an adult one minute, less so another.”
In other words, Let It Be a Dance We Do. A dance it is my honor to witness and be a part of.