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Days: 171-172 Weave Upon Weave
Note: Reflection by Liz Sorensen Wessel “The longer we live/The more of your presence/ We, find laid down, Weave upon weave/Within our lives.” -John O’ Donohue As Father’s Day approaches images surface; weaving's of our fathers lives intertwined with ours; yours… Continue reading
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Days 166-170 – Special Genius
Without light, genius does not matter. Without love, brilliance dips dark. But, what if we took the question of genius to a quantum level? Continue reading
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Days 164-165 A Mosaic Heart
"Anything Good in life comes from love." ~Haifa Bint Kadi Mosaic Heart A fully living heart In the passing of time And love, and loss Breaks and stretches Heals and shatters. Striated, scarred, Misshapen, resilient Until finally it assimilates Its… Continue reading
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Days 159-163 – Streams of Light – The 10th Anniversary of The Journal
On the tenth anniversary of The Journal of Sacred Work may you experience streams of light as these words & this image pass before you. Continue reading
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Days 157-158 Living Love
Note: Today’s reflection, celebrating the Journals upcoming 10 year anniversary was written by Liz Sorensen Wessel. The day was June 7, 2006 when his inspiration breathed life on to the first page of The Journal of Sacred Work. Visionary healthcare… Continue reading
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Days 151-156 – Openings To The Soul
Master storytellers are master chefs. They mix the finest ingredients in artful ways: Spice, but not so much it burns the tongue. Tastes that thrill Life’s palate. Love that burns away Fear’s toxins…How we describe our suffering determines not whether… Continue reading
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Day 144-148 – Lost
There are so many ways to become lost. I found one yesterday in a forest nearby, & ultimately far away, from home. Heaven & hell are the way-stations of the pioneer. There is a lot to be found when lost.… Continue reading
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Days 142-143 Being Held
If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you, it will be enough. -Meister Eckhart In times of sudden danger most people call out, "O my God!" Why would they keep doing this if it… Continue reading
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Days 137-141 – Hopeless Romantics
“What I remember is love, all love – love of this dirt road, this sunrise, a day by the river, the stranger I met in the cafe.” Continue reading