Journal of Sacred Work

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  • Days 100-101 Father of All

                                                                     Every being entering into the ineffable sanctuary of… Continue reading

  • Days 95-99 – Five Lines

    Maybe all we want is to be heard. Maybe all we want is to be heard./ Is that the “human virtue” the hand-sketched boy whistles?/ Do you hear his song?/ Do I hear yours? Is that what wins Love’s perfect… Continue reading

  • Days 93-94 What Carries You?

    " Love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery. " -Wendell Berry  Love is what carries… Continue reading

  • Days 88-92 – “And Jesus Laughed”

    Does it not make sense that the Jesus who wept would also laugh? Do you wonder if he danced & sang as well?…In the days following Holy Week it is comforting to believe that along his earthly journey Jesus, like… Continue reading

  • Day 87 Happy Easter

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  • Days 86-87 Footsteps Ahead

    Note: This Essay is written by the late John O’ Donohue The Cross is a unique axis in time. It is where time and timelessness intersect. All past, present, and future pain were physically carried up the Hill of Calvary… Continue reading

  • Days 81-85 – Holy Week or Hell Week?

    To listen to Donald Trump during these sacred days causes one to wonder if this is Hell Week in America rather than Holy Week in the world. The omnipresent Trump is accidentally reminding loving caregivers of something we sometimes forget:… Continue reading

  • Days 79-80 Stand Under the Stars

    Erie Chapman, healthcare visionary and the founder of The Journal of Sacred Work, created  a sanctuary here for caregivers. A fount of respite & renewal; a sacred space that invites lingering & encouragement to see with one’s heart coupled with… Continue reading

  • Days 74-78 What keeps you safe?

    [Essay by Minton Sparks] “When I get buried in the jail behind the bars that the monkey paints I come out shooting with a truth or two and the heart’s resonance shouts back at me, “I’m scared too”. He’s scared… Continue reading

  • Days 72-73 Door of My Heart

    Recently I shared a meal with a friend, a blessing and a Holy Communion of sorts. She is a light filled being who is kind and generous of heart. Eventually our conversation deepened to things that hold meaning. We talked… Continue reading