“I define
connection as the energy that exists between people when they feel seen, heard,
and valued; when they can give and receive without judgment; and when they
derive sustenance and strength from the relationship.”  ~Brené Brown

I think
these words capture the essence of our Journal community. Over six years ago
visionary, Erie Chapman created a safe space for caregivers to come to rest in
sanctuary, to receive sustenance and to tap into a well-spring of inspiration.

For deep within
the essence of his being, Erie believes that all caregiving is sacred and that
the qualities of our encounters have the power to heal.  Erie, describes the meaning of a sacred encounter;
“When need has been heard and answered with love.”

Now, this
is not about superficial politeness or platitudes that can diminish a person’s dignity
but rather, Radical Loving Care. Throughout his distinguished leadership
in healthcare, Erie’s revolutionary work has been transforming the hearts,
minds and culture of caregiving throughout the country.  His remarkably tireless efforts and dedication
to this work is profound. Erie’s rare passion burns so brightly it is apparent
that it has claimed his heart. Although retired, his mission continues in
expansive ways.

Yet, on a personal note, I wish to express my gratitude to Erie for the many grace
filled blessings we have received through his affirmations and belief, not only in
the work that we do, but more importantly for affirming the Beauty of what we
are.

In my
Saturday essay I told you about a young
boy living in an impoverished country amid very bleak and desolate conditions.
Still, he lovingly tended a small purple flower that sprouted between the
cracks of a stone wall. Well in a way, Erie symbolizes both the flower and the
young boy. The flower because he encourages us to see with sacred eyes Beauty,
as we enter into suffering with those who are ill, hurting and vulnerable. The
boy, because he lovingly nurtures caregivers who care for people in need.

Erie offers a refuge for us in
the pages of this Journal. For me, with the ebb and flow of life’s changing landscape and the accompanying need to let go, sometimes my world feels barren  and bleak. Yet, each time I come to the Journal I receive a spark of the divine, a lovely flower, a
lifeline.

Happy birthday, Erie or in the
words of G.M. Hopkins I wish for you days filled with the “dearest freshness of
deep down things.”

With love on behalf of your many Journal friends from around the world,

~liz

 Note: A must read-"Radical Loving Care" by Erie Chapman

Above photo of Erie and his mom.

Iris photo by Erie copyrighted