A reflection on true safety.

Guided by the inner and outer Light.

Caring for Friends grieving perinatal loss.

You disappeared before daffodils or even the end of spring training, / Sunday night we spoke. In a few days you were gone.

Pilgrimage It must have been those long walks down country lanes, / daisies and black-eyed Susans separating dirt path from farmland, / your small hand reaching up and held in your mother’s loving grip

Letters from our readers.

What to expect at a Quaker memorial service.

Citing financial straits, the trustees of Woodbrooke have decided to cease holding classes at the Woodbrooke Centre estate in Birmingham, UK.

Introduction to our March issue.

A case for plain, tech-free worship.

One Friend’s experience as an isolated Quaker.

The false promise of virtual meetings.