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Dayss 357-358 Peace
"Nature was a mirror of the soul for St. Francis of Assisi—a mirror for himself and a mirror for God. All this mirroring effected a complete change of consciousness, a shift in how he saw reality.The outer world began… Continue reading
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Days 355-356 – Solstice & Reverie
“…we can learn from the wise how we may, each short day and long night, find our way into the light.” – Erie Chapman Continue reading
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Days 352-354 – “The Rich Running Day” – Poems As Pictures
“When we smile, our whole body smiles. When we cry, our whole body grieves. When we embrace ‘the rich running day’ we are healed.” – Erie Chapman Continue reading
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Days 350-351 This Art
(Please note: Today's GUEST ESSAY was submitted by Artist, Maria Doglio). Painting, "Heart in Tree" ~ by Maria Doglio “In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest… Continue reading
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Days 348-349 – Are We Dreaming?
“Time is a trick. But, the biggest trick of all may be reality…The only good choice we have in this world is to let our everyday choices be guided by Love’s energy instead of letting Fear’s energy shadow our days.”… Continue reading
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Days 345-347 – From Another Country – The Golden Thread We Inherit
“Anxious to see my newly-born grandson (back in 2010) but separated by the distance between Nashville and Boston, I wrote him a letter-poem…” -Erie Chapman Continue reading
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Days 343-344 A Light Shines – A Guest Essay
[Please note: Today's GUEST ESSAY was submitted by Bobbye R. Terry Executive Director, Odyssey Hospice and represents her views] One of my favorite verses in the Bible is found in Isaiah 61:1, the beginning verse of The Year… Continue reading
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Days 338-342 – Profiles of Radical Loving Care
“Trying to measure Love is like attempting to snap a picture of God.” -Erie Chapman Continue reading
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Days 336-337 Countless Masks Falling
I look out into a field of stark, leafless trees wrapped up in a ghostly fog of grey. Their dark limbs silhouette tributaries of black lace, entwined in a colorless sky. How bare and vulnerable without their protective garb, their… Continue reading
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Days 334-335 – How “Empty” Becomes “Full” – The Impact of Expectations
We expect a lot from art. We want it to inspire us. Yet, most of us overlook that truth that to enjoy the best art we need to make an effort. No art can reach us unless we discover how… Continue reading
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