Reflections, Holidays, Spirituality
Christmas, Light, Hope, Winter Solstice, Memories
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Days 314-316 – Our Costumes
Even though we are not our jobs, that distinction can sometimes be lost. Caregiver’s uniforms and work tools can empower or dis-empower. A stethoscope around the neck confers high status. A mop does not. Until every employee began wearing them,… Continue reading
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Days 309-311 – What We Must Do
The hardest life question is not What? But, Why? Continue reading
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Day 306-308 The Invitation
[Note: Liz Wessel wrote such a kind essay yesterday that I decided to let it run one more day. Thank you,Liz. And thanks to all of you. – erie] He is a lawyer, a distinguished healthcare leader, a retired CEO… Continue reading
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Days 305 The Way of a Saint
Sr. Mary Mackillop becomes Australia’s first canonized saint. Continue reading
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Days 303-304 – The Turning In
Love thrives across all seasons. Sometimes when Love’s energy seems farthest away, it is in fact quite near. All we need is the courage to turn our hearts outward to welcome her. Continue reading
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Days 300-302 – “Tranquil Joy”
Gratitude is a healing ointment for a wounded soul. Continue reading
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Days 298-299 The Gift of the Legendary Woman
“Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.” – RUMI As a single mom, Maria had raised a family, had a great job in the biotech industry, and was living a good life.… Continue reading
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Days 296-297 – Love & “love”
If there is anything more important in life than Love, please let me know. No one has ever been able to name for me anything more crucial to humanity than love – in whatever form. It is the best and… Continue reading
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Days 291-292 She Sweeps with Many Colored Brooms By ~Emily Dickinson
Watercolor by ~liz She Sweeps with Many Colored Brooms SHE sweeps with many-colored brooms, And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling… Continue reading
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Days 289-290 – The “Thing With Feathers”
What Emily Dickinson reminds us is that hope is always there. What we know is that hope takes flight whenever Love spreads her wings within us. Continue reading
Journal of Sacred Work 