Journal of Sacred Work

“We know that all the gold is there, planted by God. Will we find it? Will we use it for good, or will it remain forever buried? What are the gifts that currently sit unwrapped, right now, in each of… Continue reading

Mystery can be a source of awe and respect and another reason for humility. Mystery says that science will never know all of her secrets. And that we may fear her, or be grateful for her life-enriching presence. Continue reading

If love is to survive, we must honor the life of animals like the Manatee. That is what I thought as the boats passed by and the animal swam away into the night, off to some corner of the water… Continue reading

Love is the energy that determines our best days. The more we cultivate it, the more we are likely to create best days for others. And the more we will discover, to our surprise, that any day filled with love… Continue reading

As much as I think I am grateful for my health, I seem to forget about it until I’m not feeling well. Recently I was under the weather for a few days. It wasn’t anything serious, but enough to keep… Continue reading

Perhaps the experience is not something to be cultivated, but simply to be admired and respected. Our role is not to transform ourselves, since that is something only God can do, but to be open to the truth, the light,… Continue reading

We need not look far to find those who need our passion. It is, of course, our patients. We must flame into being the light of our passion because our patients and our peers need us to be more than… Continue reading

As we revel in the sophistication of our training as caregivers and the advances of science, it may be worthwhile to step back in wonder at the mysterious power of our ability to love. As science continues to shrink the… Continue reading

And it you, one of America’s caregivers to whom we send our Valentine today. All of the shoe boxes in the world, filled with heart-shaped cards and candies, will never be enough to thank you for the gifts you give… Continue reading

Orbs “yellow with miracles” grew outside the bedroom window of my childhood. It’s been sixty years since I feel off that sill. Back then, for all I knew, Peter Pan and Tinkerbell lived in my lemon tree, spreading their magic… Continue reading