On the Island

Beloved Community: a Credo by Rev. Eric Cherry

This piece is an excerpt from It Is Time Now: Offerings from the Beloved Community Project, an educational resource produced in 2019 as part of Star Island’s Beloved Community Project. The Star Island Beloved Community Project is a journey SIC has begun as an organization to create a more inclusive and intentional community, to help spread more empathy and understanding in the world, and to become a more welcoming place for all people. We recognize and affirm that many have been on this journey for a long time, and we are excited to listen and learn as we continue on this important journey.


I believe in original sin, in the sense that human sinning has no lack of originality and that it is entrenched in institutions and systems.

I believe in original blessing, too, and the power of creativity which builds and strengthens goodness, beauty, harmony and recovery—and the potential for more.

I believe suffering from sin is inescapable for the sinner, and most people experience this in larger measure than appearances suggest.

I believe suffering inflicted upon others by sin is evil incarnated.

I believe responsibility for the pain, injury and trauma inflicted on others by sins committed—and by culpability—requires more spiritual attention and accountability than is commonly given.

I believe in universal salvation, not because a peaceful eternity is easily earned or deserved, but because God’s love is at work and that strong.

I believe in grace.
I believe that grace requires honest confession.
I believe that everyone, yes, everyone, needs more confession and grace.

I believe in prayer.
I believe in the power of penitential prayer.
I believe in the power of righteously angry prayer.
I believe that prayer changes people, or it isn’t prayer at all.

I believe in absolution—in the same way that I believe in reconciliation, forgiveness, and mercy.
I believe absolution requires hard, hard, hard work—the journey of a lifetime.
I believe the past is not changed through absolution, only the future, sometimes the generation to come.
And, I believe being an obstacle or diversion to someone’s absolution path counters God’s work and love.

I believe in Beloved Community, and not just eschatologically.


But, I don’t believe the moral arc of the universe bends towards justice, the peaceable kingdom, or Beloved Community. Though, I would like to.
I hope someday I will.

I believe the curve of the moral arc of the universe is shaped and re-shaped by:

Original sin
Original blessing
And Absolution

I believe religious communities and their sacred, sacred, sacred places can be reformed so that they remain sanctuaries—though too often of privilege—but also convents for the blessing and absolution path for all.


I believe, this is one way in which Beloved Community becomes.

On the Island

Oscar Gets a New Coat

Oscar the Cod wind vane was born in 1859, a commission by the people of Gosport to both commemorate the long tradition of cod fishing and to provide a means of indicating prevailing winds. He was mounted on a wooden tower, which was blown over in 1892. The vane was damaged, bending the tail. At this time, he was repaired, regilded, and reshipped (mounted) on a new, stronger stone tower built by Oscar Laighton. Oscar stolidly remained in place, a symbol of pride and practical service. He was repaired again in 1931, and restored and regilded in 1947. In 1974, he was unshipped and sent in again to Portsmouth to patch bullet holes (a common fate of wind vanes). This repair was workmanlike, but Oscar was painted bronze by an autobody shop.

Oscar continued to serve and delight mariners and visitors, but by 2009, he began to show problems. He would occasionally freeze, and the top of the “S” directional was broken. Being unable to turn freely also caused uneven weathering, and put a strain on his tail and the mast he rested on.

In the summer of 2018, Oscar was again unshipped, and returned to Portsmouth for a complete restoration. Long time Shoaler and third generation blacksmith Tom Coleman began a complete restoration. The star and directional were disintegrated, and replicated in a more durable marine bronze. Oscar’s tail was straightened, and he was again patched, cleaned, holes filled, and painted. Finally, he was gilded in triple 24 karat gold leaf, restoring him to his full 1859 glory.

Today, Oscar has been reshipped to his rightful place on the newly rebuilt chapel steeple, high above Gosport and Star, to delight and serve more generations of Shoalers. Shine On, Oscar, Good and Faithful Friend!


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Birding with Eric Masterson

Each spring and fall season, Eric Masterson leads birding expeditions to Star Island. The group records the many species of birds sighted during the trip and Eric gives fascinating talks about them. We’re pleased to share the following recording of a lecture given by Eric this July on Zoom. Enjoy!

Eric studied zoology at University College Dublin before moving to the US in 1999. He works for the Harris Center in Hancock NH, where he manages the organization’s 23,000 acres of conservation land.

He is the author of Birdwatching in New Hampshire, a best-selling guide to birding in the Granite State, and is working on a second book about bird migration, as told through the journey of the Broad-winged Hawk.

Eric is a regular guest on New Hampshire Public Radio, serves on the New Hampshire Rare Bird Committee and is a seasonal editor for the quarterly journal New Hampshire Bird Records.

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A Message From the Leaders of All Star 2

Family-friendly, creative, and diverse, All Star II is a week that can be as active or relaxing as you’d like it to be. Opportunities abound for both adults and children to make or enjoy music and art; dive into a game of baseball, volleyball, or tennis; explore the harbor by rowboat; investigate the island’s history or marine and bird life; play games; join together in the candle-lit stone chapel; take a morning polar bear dip or a yoga break; bring your talents to the stage on stunt night or at the musicale; watch the sunset at a music-laden marshmallow roast; engage in the morning lecture series or afternoon talks on the rocks; partake in the many All Star II traditions; or just settle into a porch rocker to talk with friends new and old or read a good book. There are few demands but many temptations, and even more opportunities to create the kind of lasting friendships that continually delight new Shoalers and keep old Shoalers coming back for years.

2020 has been a challenge for our Shoalers. It’s not the first time we couldn’t come to Star Island. In 2007 our conference was cancelled and we all scrambled to change our vacation plans. While 2007 was disappointing, it didn’t affect our lives the way 2020 has. Still, we find ways to connect. All Star II has been conducting weekly virtual Social Hours that have allowed us to stay in touch, check in on each other, and allow us to reflect on our situations. In fact, some of us have been in contact with each other more than we would normally! We are grateful for our community, for our friendships, and for our resilience. We will come back!

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Willow Tree Flowers by Rev. Dr. Leon Dunkley

This piece is an excerpt from It Is Time Now: Offerings from the Beloved Community Project, an educational resource produced in 2019 as part of Star Island’s Beloved Community Project. The Star Island Beloved Community Project is a journey SIC has begun as an organization to create a more inclusive and intentional community, to help spread more empathy and understanding in the world, and to become a more welcoming place for all people. We recognize and affirm that many have been on this journey for a long time, and we are excited to listen and learn as we continue on this important journey.


We sang our way through how difficult this is. It is not impossible to meet the challenge of anti-racism in our time but it is incredibly difficult. It requires a great commitment from us. That commitment comes at a cost. James Baldwin once said,

The day will come when you will trust you more than you do now. When you will trust me more than you do now. We can trust each other. I do believe… I really do believe in the New Jerusalem. I really do believe that we can become better than we are. I know we can. It’s just that the price is enormous and people are not yet willing to pay.

James Baldwin believed in the New Jerusalem. Until the end of his life, he was working towards it earnestly. For him, the New Jerusalem was that soul-rich state of mind in which it was possible to overcome the difficulties and challenges of our time—the difficulties of what Derrick Bell describes as the “permanence of racism” and the challenges of white supremacy culture.

How powerfully we have turned to confront these things. How passionately we have responded to honest critique. And, unfortunately, how ineffective we have been. We have been ineffective for one simple reason. It is not because we have been disinterested in anti-racism workshops. It is not because we have been unable to attend revolutionary love conferences. It is not because we have been unwilling to make long-term, structural commitments to doing the work of justice. We have been ineffective in our response to racism and white supremacy culture because we have failed to trust one another. We have yet to commit—soul-level deep—to the spirit’s call for freedom in our time.

This is the time of mass shootings—in a high school in Parkland, Florida; in a black church in Charleston, South Carolina; in a synagogue in Pittsburgh, PA. This is the time of the travel ban. This is the time of the border wall. This is a time in which the public trust has been badly broken. We are shattered from ourselves and from one another. We don’t know how to talk about it. In the presence of all that is broken, we don’t know how to believe in one another. We don’t know how to believe in ourselves.

This is a time of great heartbreak. If we are courageous, it can also be a time of great healing. It is up to us. We have to decide. We must choose. If we decide to surrender to heartbreak, we need to do nothing at all. What we are in the middle of doing now will get us there. If we choose to surrender to healing, we have to trust one another. Far more deeply, we have to trust ourselves.

James Baldwin said that this day would come and he was right—this day when we would learn to trust ourselves and one another. This is that day. This was what we found in the Project. This is the meaning that we made in beloved community. How did we meet the challenge of the New Jerusalem? How did we allow the best within us to blossom in this world of ours that has become so hostile and vitriolic? We sang our way through to beautiful things—trust, integrity, fairness, fidelity, freedom, dauntlessness and grace. This is what it takes to make us flower.

We sang our way through. We sang our way through the difficulties with the help of Ferron. We sang our way through the challenges with the help of Joan Baez. We sang our way through to freedom with Richie Havens. In our spirit, we sang of freedom…

Freedom, freedom…
I got a telephone in my bosom
and I can call him up from my heart
—Richie Havens

This is how Richie Havens talked about the call that is within us. In our study, we sang of challenge and we sang of amazing grace. With the help of Joan Baez, we sang,

A young man came to a house of prayer
They did not ask what brought him there
He was not friend, he was not kin
But they opened the door and they let him in
And for an hour the stranger stayed
He sat with them and he seemed to pray
But then the young man drew a gun
And killed nine people, old and young
In Charleston in the month of June…

We sang of the challenge in Charleston because we were concerned with our habits of storytelling. As Joan Baez sang,

We argued where to place the blame
On one man’s hate or a nation’s shame
Some sickness of the mind and soul
And how the wounds might be made whole
But no words could say what must be said for all the living and the dead
So, on that day and in that place, the President sang Amazing Grace
My President sang Amazing Grace
—Joan Baez (Zoe Mumford)

President Obama did not have the words. As eloquent as he is, he was almost speechless on the day that he memorialized Senator Clementa Pinckney on June 26th of 2015. At the site of those terrible murders, President Obama said that Clementa Pinckney,

…embodied the idea that our Christian faith demands deeds and not just words, that the “sweet hour of prayer” actually lasts the whole week long and that to put our faith in action is more than individual salvation. It’s about our collective salvation— that to feed the hungry and clothe the naked and house the homeless is not just a call for isolated charity but the imperative of a just society. What a good man. Sometimes I think that’s the best thing to hope for when you’re eulogized, after all the words and recitations and resumes are read, is to just say someone was a good man.

Because of the limits of words and theirs stories, the president sang out from his heart. He sang Amazing Grace.

How do you tell the stories that leave us speechless? The Beloved Community Project began to answer that question. We used seven tools of analysis—trust, integrity, fairness, fidelity, freedom, dauntlessness and grace. Of these, trust was the most important. Without trust, we lacked the ability to use the other six.

On June 17th of 2015, Dylann Roof entered a house of prayer. He entered Mother Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church on Calhoun Street in Charleston. Armed with a .45 caliber handgun, he took the lives of nine church members who were in Bible Study. Armed with a “sickness of the mind and soul,” he broke the heart of a nation. Armed with a story, he broke our hearts. What story was that powerful to him?

Three days after the shooting, The New York Times reported that an unsigned 2,444-word “manifesto” had been found online. It supposedly explained the shooting. It read,

I have no choice. I am not in the position to, alone, go into the ghetto and fight. I chose Charleston because it is the most historic city in my state… We have no skinheads, no real KKK, no one doing anything but talking on the internet. Well someone has to have the bravery to take it to the real world, and I guess that has to be me.

According to the “manifesto,” Roof was “truly awakened” by coverage of the shooting of Trayvon Martin. Continuing,

I read the Wikipedia article and right away I was unable to understand what the big deal was. It was obvious that [George] Zimmerman was in the right.

According to Wikipedia,

Wikipedia is a multilingual, web-based, free encyclopedia based on a model of openly editable and viewable content, a wiki. It is the largest and most popular general reference work on the World Wide Web, and is one of the most popular websites by Alexa rank. It is owned and supported by the Wikimedia Foundation, a non-profit organization that operates on money it receives from donors. Wikipedia was launched on January 15, 2001, by Jimmy Wales and Larry Sanger.

In many ways, Wikipedia has become the defining authority of the public story. But what is that story saying in the article is entitled “The Shooting of Trayvon Martin.”

There was a terrible question before us: What was it about this Wikipedia article that convinced Dylann Roof (or anyone, for that matter) that George Zimmerman was “in the right” when he shot and killed an innocent man. Regardless of whether or not Dylann Roof actually wrote his “manifesto” and without elevating the thoughts of a murderous and deeply troubled individual to the level of fact, the Beloved Community Project analyzed the Wikipedia article—the last one that was available before the shooting, the one that was edited on June 9th of 2015 by an online character named Faceless Enemy. We analyzed it intellectually. We analyzed it symbolically. We analyzed it energetically and were much amazed.

It took real courage to analyze this article. It took great strength. It took faith. Most deeply, it took trust, trust that we would survive our own analysis with our soul intact. Willfully or unwittingly, the Wikipedia article is ‘designed’ to break the reader. It breaks hearts. It breaks trusts. It breaks the possibility of healing. I am not being hyperbolic. Joan Baez sang,

We argued where to place the blame
On one man’s hate or a nation’s shame
Some sickness of the mind and soul
And how the wounds might be made whole

Our wounds are not made whole by reading the Wikipedia article. The Beloved Community Project was courageous enough to find out why.

Collectively, we read through the Wikipedia article. We read it thoroughly as one would a religious text. We did an exegesis…not to discover its sacred gifts but to make sense of the absence of them. We put the article on a series of notecards and spread it out on the floor so we could see it as a whole. When we analyzed the article, we used the seven spiritual tools—trust, integrity, fairness, fidelity, freedom, dauntlessness and grace.

After doing so, we raised unnerving questions:

1. To what degree was the Wikipedia article supportive of the actions of the shooter at the expense of the person that was shot?

2. How often was “The Shooting of Trayvon Martin” arguing in favor of the killer at the expense of an innocent, African American, seventeen-year-old kid?

And, most powerfully,

3. What is the public impact of this action (and the private impact) of this act of storytelling?

It took real courage to ask these questions. It took deep trust to answer them—trust that we would be able to hold each other though the pain of what we would discover, trust that we would survive the enormous spiritual price that we believed we were asked to pay.

What we discovered astounded us. We discovered that only 5% of the article was best analyzed with the tool of trust. The usefulness of our spiritual tools of analysis revealed themselves in the following way:

Trust                     5%
Integrity             21%
Fairness             21%
Fidelity              23%
Freedom             2%
Dauntlessness   8%
Grace                <1%

We systematically analyzed every aspect of the 14,998-word article and found that Trayvon Martin’s name was mentioned in 420 of the article’s 733 sentences. We found that George Zimmerman’s name was mentioned in 609 of the article’s 733 sentences (understandably, some sentences contain both names). We further discovered that of the 420 sentences that contain Trayvon Martin’s name, only 23 sentences conveyed meaning that was positive and 51 were neutral. So, of the 420 sentences that contain Trayvon Martin’s name, the overwhelming majority conveyed meaning that was negative—346 of 420 sentences. When mentioning the name of a murdered, unarmed and innocent man, the Wikipedia article edited by the online character named Faceless Enemy was negative about Trayvon Martin 82.4% of the time.

On the other hand, we found that George Zimmerman’s name was mentioned in 609 of the article’s 733 sentences. We further discovered that of the 609 sentences that contain George Zimmerman’s name, only 37 sentences conveyed meaning that was negative and 365 were neutral. So, of the 609 sentences that contain George Zimmerman’s name, the overwhelming majority conveyed meaning that was neutral or positive—572 of 609 sentences. When mentioning the name of a murderous, armed and guilty man (however “justifiably guilty”), the Wikipedia article was neutral or positive about George Zimmerman 93.9% of the time.

Dylann Roof may have pulled the trigger on nine innocent people at Mother Emanual African Methodist Episcopal Church in Charleston, South Carolina but the public story that inspired him (arguably) pulled the trigger on Trayvon Martin. What does this reveal about the baseline narrative of public life? How do we stop telling our public story in a way that justifies the senseless deaths of innocent people of color? By the grief that attends these questions, the Beloved Community Project was driven into reflection. What emerges from that reflection is still flowering. You can be part of a beautiful unfolding. You can be a part of the sure emergence of the New Jerusalem, that deep trust that overcomes the difficulties of what Derrick Bell describes as the “permanence of racism” and the challenges of white supremacy culture. You can be a part of the coming beauty.

In our spirit, we sang of freedom. In our study, we sang of finding ways that our wounds might be made whole. In our soul, we sang about the flowers on the willow tree. With the help of Ferron, we sang a song called, “The Return.” We sang,

For to lay my head on your restless arm
I take my cue from the willow tree
For it don’t break with just one storm
But bends with the strength that keeps it free 


What strength keeps us free these days? James Baldwin said that the day would come when we would trust ourselves and one another more. He said that he believed that we could grow but that the price would be high. The price of our distrust is now enormous—at least, as enormous as the price of doing otherwise and arguably more. We can pay for heartache or we can pay for healing. The choice is ours, what will be. The Beloved Community Project made its decision to trust. That decision brought us a great deal of joy. Will you join us?

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A message from the leaders of All Star 1

All Star I Family Conference offers a multi-generational experience where shoalers old and new can explore matters of consequence while partaking in a community that is deep, creative, and family-friendly.

Children attend group activities in the morning and afternoon, providing adults with freedom to relax, attend morning lectures by renowned speakers, and explore pursuits of their own. Each day there are multiple opportunities to experience music, art and sports activities as well as a writing group, a book group and educational talks on the rocks.

At the heart of the Star Island experience is the sense of ongoing community set in a place of beauty, a place many come to call home. Whether you come for the community, the tidepools, the music, or the breathtaking views, Star Island offers something for everyone.

Thanks to a team of dedicated volunteers, and assistance from Island staff, conference plans that had been in development for nearly two years have been thoughtfully adapted to meet our new circumstances. We hope that you will join us as we gather and share many of our favorite traditions and activities – VIRTUALLY. During the week we will be hosting children’s and adult chapel, book group, Talks on the Rocks, Musicale, the perennial favorite 15 x 20 slide presentation, a family scavenger hunt, and a virtual art barn experience, to name a few.

Planning continues for our next in-person conference in 2021 when we welcome Catherine Dunn, Film and Video Chair at Viewpoint School in Calabasas California. Catherine will examine how color, visual composition and music work together to influence our emotional response to media. With lots of excerpts from popular and classic films, She will guide us through an analytical viewing of Alfred Hitchcock’s masterpiece, North by Northwest, so we can put our new knowledge to work.

Please join us virtually in 2020 and we look forward to welcoming you back to All Star One in 2021.

Virtual Events hosted by All Star 1:
Talks on the Rocks
15 x 20 Presentations
Family Scavenger Hunt

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For Freedom by Rev. Lauren Smith

This piece is an excerpt from It Is Time Now: Offerings from the Beloved Community Project, an educational resource produced in 2019 as part of Star Island’s Beloved Community Project. The Star Island Beloved Community Project is a journey SIC has begun as an organization to create a more inclusive and intentional community, to help spread more empathy and understanding in the world, and to become a more welcoming place for all people. We recognize and affirm that many have been on this journey for a long time, and we are excited to listen and learn as we continue on this important journey.


This is my prayer for you, dear reader: Risk wholeness, aliveness and freedom.

Every Martin Luther King weekend, it has been my practice to reflect on and preach from Dr. King’s teachings. Most years, I have selected a sermon from which to preach. This year I chose a lesser-known text, Dr. King’s speech to the Freedom Riders in the spring of 1961.

The Freedom Riders were an integrated band of women and men who rode Greyhound buses across state lines with the goal of integrating interstate travel. De-segregated interstate travel had been the law of the land for a while, but it was effectively banned by the threat of violence. Like the sit-ins at lunch counters and the voter registration drives, the Freedom Rides were an action designed to ensure equal access to the rights of citizenship. It was a demand for freedom and a charge to the nation to live up to its ideals.

Dr. King described his work with the Southern Christian Leadership Conference as a massive campaign to end segregation, saying, “…we …seek to mobilize thousands of people, committed to the method of non-violence, who will physically identify themselves with the struggle.”1 He said, “We must stand up not for ourselves alone, but in order to carry our nation back to those great wells of democracy which were dug deep by the founding fathers in the formation of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence.”

Freedom for ourselves. Freedom for others. This is one of the reasons we gather.

There’s a line in a Leonard Cohen song that I have always loved. It goes:

Like a bird on a wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir,
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook, like a knight in some old-fashioned book,
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.

For me, it always comes back to freedom. It comes back to the foundational belief that none us can be truly free until all of us are. We are, in the words of Dr. King, caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny.

“I have tried in my way to be free,” Mr. Cohen sings. “I have saved all my ribbons for thee.” And his descriptions of himself reflect the challenge of it all, the human frailty and also, somehow, the beauty and the power.

About nine years ago, during another period of transition, I sat in the courtyard of Espresso Roma in North Berkeley, California. I wrote in my journal five words: “Whole. Alive. Free.” and “Connect. Serve.” Three adjectives, two verbs. The first three express what I believe the fruits of spiritual life ought to be. The last two express the charge to act in tangible ways, to be doers of the word and not just hearers, in the words of the apostle James.

This my prayer for you: that you accept this challenge, this core demand of our faith: Risk wholeness, life and freedom. Abet wholeness life and freedom in the world.

I will not lie to you. It may not be easy. Freedom, as we know from the bumper stickers, isn’t free. But take heart. There are those who have walked this path before you, to whom you can turn for inspiration and insight.

I think of my great great great grandparents and their families. They were black men and women living in North Carolina in the waning days of slavery, the pressure cooker years before the start of the Civil War. They were free black people, but their freedom was circumscribed by law and circumstance. Their relative freedom depended on the passes they carried and the whims of the white people among whom they lived. They could be re-enslaved for modest infractions, real or manufactured. They lived on the knife’s edge. And this was the only reality they had ever known, the only place they had ever lived. The world beyond Wilmington must have felt like a great dark void, like the edge of the earth on world maps drawn before people discovered that the earth was round.

And yet, despite all this, they imagined a different future. They packed up, picked up, and moved on. They made the treacherous journey north to Oberlin, Ohio then east to New England. They set out for freedom, for a new life unlike any they had ever known. It was not perfect. Moving north of the Mason-Dixon line didn’t mean full access to citizenship, but it did open new doors of opportunity and they chose to walk through those doors. My great great grandfather became an educator, an architect and a Unitarian. He found a message of liberation in our tradition and a commitment to manifesting that message among some of its people. I am the beneficiary of my ancestors’ vision and courage. They remind me that I, that we, stand in a liberating stream of our faith tradition.

I think of my ancestors, and I think of Fannie Lou Hamer. She’s one of my heroes, a tower of courage and integrity to whom every American is indebted.

Hamer was born into a sharecropping family in Mississippi in 1917. Sharecropping was slavery lite, in many ways. Often, sharecroppers were not allowed to leave the plantations on which they worked without permission of the owners. There was an elaborate system of finance that bound families to the plantations through debt and being forced to purchase food and supplies from owners at inflated prices. And while black people technically enjoyed the rights of citizenship, there was a cultural prohibition against exercising those rights backed up by the threat of violence.

This is how Fannie Lou Hamer grew up. It’s all she knew. But from very early in her life, she was determined to get away. One day in 1962, she attended a mass meeting sponsored by SNCC, the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee. SNCC organizers were encouraging black people to register and vote. Mrs. Hamer says she never knew until that time that black people could vote. 72% of the people in her area were black, which means that if black people voted in large numbers, they could upend local power dynamics. When the organizers asked who would go down to the courthouse to register, Mrs. Hamer volunteered. She went by bus with a group of people down to the courthouse and made her wishes known. The people on the bus were afraid, but when tension started to rise, Mrs. Hamer began singing in her powerful deep voice what would become her signature song: “This Little Light of Mine.” And the people settled down a little.

Days later, she had to flee from her home with her family to a friend’s home. An attempt was made on her life there. She fled to a third location, but somehow an organizer tracked her down in a plantation shack. He walked in the door and found her sitting in a chair next to wood stove. He said, “I’m looking for Mrs. Fannie Lou Hamer.”

She rose from her chair.

Not yet knowing who he was, not knowing whether he was friend or foe, she stood up and said, “I’m Fannie Lou Hamer.”

In later years, she would endure threats and a brutal beating at the hands of police officers in Winona, Mississippi—a beating that caused permanent damage to her internal organs. But after all that, she said, “From the time I began working, I never had a mind to stop. …After that happened to me in Winona, I knew there wouldn’t be anything to stop me other than death.”

I heard her say those words in an old recorded interview. When Mrs. Hamer said, “…After that happened to me in Winona,” I expected the sentence to end the way I would have ended it. I expected her to say, “…I lost my faith,” or “…I had to retreat for a while,” or “…I didn’t know if I could go on.” But she said, “I knew there wouldn’t be anything to stop me other than death.” I will never be as strong as that woman. I can’t fathom moral courage like that, or a will to live free that runs that deep. But I, we, bolstered by her example, can live into the outer reaches of our own capacity for moral courage, love, and allegiance to life.

Especially now, in these turbulent times, it matters that we embrace life, that we work for freedom for all people. It matters that we, in the words of Dr. King, “carry our nation back to those great wells of democracy which were dug deep by the founding fathers.”

We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny.

This is my prayer for all of you.

Be whole, alive and free.

Connect and serve.

Make no mistake: The way will sometimes be hard. Freedom is neither free nor easy.

But you are not alone.

The towering figures of the past and present are with you.

Let them be your strength and your inspiration as you discover the outer reaches of your vision, imagination, and courage.

Let their love be your consolation and your peace.

Blessings to you on the path.

Traveling mercies.

And much love.


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Star Island Coloring Book

We’ve found a way to be temporarily transported back to our Spirit’s Home – it’s the Star Island Coloring Book!

Perfect for children and adults alike, the Star Island Coloring Book features scenes from all over the island. Have you been daydreaming about the Summer House? There’s a page for you in the Star Island Coloring Book. Missing the Art Barn? The Star Island Coloring Book will help you get back there. Other scenes include the Oceanic Hotel, laundry lines, Gosport Harbor, the Chapel, and even the Thomas Laighton. There’s much more to find in the Star Island Coloring Book, so take a look for yourself by clicking here. Just download and print for hours of dreamy Star Island fun.



Conference Updates

(A More Perfect) Union

On 27 June, 2019, the newest family conference on star Island began. It is called simply “Union”. As the name implies, the goal was to bring people together, to connect physically and spiritually, and to share thoughts and hopes for us as individuals, and the Star and national community.

The idea began when Joe Watts asked if there was an opportunity to begin a new family conference to answer the growing desire for people to attend a Star conference. After looking at the calendar, the opportune time seemed to be the end of June. Planning began in early autumn of 2019, with a group of Shoalers- Tricia and Tom Coleman, Kemp Harris and Bill Tibbs, Kyle Belmont, Dr. Rev. Leon Dunkley, Cheryl Anne and Carl Sturken, and Stephanie Sersich.

The idea was two fold- to form a new family conference celebrating honored and new traditions that are Star Island, and to deliberately look at our roles in twenty first century America eand what we could do individually and collectively to more towards the ideal of a “more perfect union”. We looked to several inspirations; President Obama’s 2008 address treating divisiveness in America, the Star Island Beloved Community initiative, and the phrase “…to create on Star Island an environment that frees all who come to renew spiritually, explore matters of consequence, and gain knowledge about the world as it might ideally be” from the SIC Vision Statement.

The perfect approach to this was to feature Kemp Harris as speaker. A long time Shoaler and musician, teacher, and storyteller, Kemp has the master touch of bringing people together and drawing them out. Approaching this with his professional music and storytelling background, he is able to invite, inform, and inspire people to both relax and step out. Kemp’s program was a week of sharing personal narratives, both his own and the rest of us, examining “what if…” moments in our life, group music, and a powerful and honest discussion by Christian Douglass. Christian is a speaker at The Racial Equity Institute, and presented a compelling and moving examination on the roots of systemic racial prejudice in our society, and the underlying roots and tensions inherent in modern America that cross racial and economic lines. Although challenging, the week was also centered on reaffirmation of hope and the potential for personal action and healing.


Complementing the theme were the usual Star diversions of yoga, exercise classes, Island Naturalist activities, tours, and co-sharing of lectures with IRAS. Star union also birthed some new traditions. The first night was “Burning Star”, a group construction of a wooden star that people attached notes, ribbons, drawings, or other totemic objects to. The star was then brought to the rocks, and put on a Solstice bonfire accompanied by songs and marshmallows.







Shoaler and conservation expert Bill Gimpel conducted a multi-day workshop on rugose cuttings, so Union conferees could bring home and grow Star Island roses in their own gardens. There was a “welcome back Oscar” session where we signed various parts of the newly restored windvane (Oscar) for reinstallation on the Chapel.

Social Hour was a highlight. We had a group of caterers, beverage servers, and musicians that wove a tapestry of joy each evening. The early summer light and breezes in Marshman created the perfect setting for joy and celebration. This was followed later by Lobby concerts and late night sessions in Marshman.

One evening we held Family Dinner, a festive fete at a long table in Newton that recognized the wise elders and youngest members of our gathering. This was culminated with a special dessert- “Ile des Etoiles”- a Star Island shaped pudding in a sea of berry coulis. At the end of the week, all signed a miniature wooden plaque of Oscar the Cod, to be brought back each year as a memento of 2019. Each Shoaler also took away a commemorative coin with the Union motto- “One Star, One Love”.

The week was magical, peaceful, and rejuvenating- a celebration of Star at its best. We anticipate continuing our themes and traditions in 2021, and invite you to join us!
“One Star-One Love”