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Days 257-261 – Serenity From The Saints
Poems are prayers, fine photographs are meditations & music is a bed on which to rest the tired heart. I classify great artists as saints. Continue reading
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Days 255-256: Early Morning Offerings
Submitted by Liz Wessel: Since childhood, I’ve loved the tranquility early morning offers, in quiet moments drawn to God’s peace. Continue reading
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Days 250-254 – Resting in Awe
“…everything about the world that seems so drearily predictable is in fact charged with an immense & imponderable mystery.” Continue reading
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Days: 248-249 Small Things
Note: This narrative is offered by Liz Sorensen Wesssel She was born in 1919, as Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu in Skopje, Macedonia. In her eighth year, her father died mysteriously and rumor has it that he was poisoned by political foes.… Continue reading
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Days 243-247 – The Sacred Pulse
Amid life’s darker drum beats we can lift up the music of love & thus quicken the sacred pulse of God in our world. Continue reading
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Days 241-242: Age of Wonder
++Note: This reflection is by Liz Sorensen Wessel. A year had passed, too much time since I had a chance to hold, love and be with them. Uncertain plans turned solid as I booked a flight for S. Dakota.… Continue reading
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Days 236-240 – A Quiet Presence
Molly Chapman’s life has become a ministry by example. Her presence to others is a testament to elegance & grace & a sermon on constant kindness. Continue reading
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Days: 234-235 Peace
Note: This reflection is by Liz Sorensen Wessel I once attended a retreat led by Fr. James Finley and he began each centering prayer in a beautiful way (as recited below)… A still small voice echoes through time and space;… Continue reading
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Days 229-223 – Dreams of Symmetry
“It is the deepest dream of the soul to be in the intimacy of Divine Beauty,” John O’Donohue wrote in his masterpiece: Beauty, The Invisible Embrace. Continue reading
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Days: 227-228 Steeped in Sunlight
Note: This reflection was written by Liz Sorensen Wessel We planned to meet for an early morning breakfast at Café Luca’s. I had meant to call the day before but time slipped away from me. Once before, we had arranged a… Continue reading
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