Erie Chapman Foundation
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Days 137-141 The Gravity of Rain
One of my mother’s great gifts was her love of rain. It is not science that communicates rain’s true gravity. Only poets, film artists, writers & painters can suggest what rain means to the heart. Continue reading
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Days 135-136 An Unstoppable Force
Note: This is part one of a two-part story Can you imagine what it is like to be a refugee fleeing from violence, war, poverty and hunger as you and your family search desperately for a safe place to sleep,… Continue reading
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Days 130-134 What 80 Years Taught George Will
“There is,” as George Santayana said, “no cure for birth and death, save to enjoy the interval.” Continue reading
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Days 128-129 Love
Mother’s Day Blessing Continue reading
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Days 123-127 – The Finest of Fine Arts
Caregiving is, in fact, the finest of Fine Arts. A good thing to remember during Nurse’s Month. Continue reading
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Days 121-122 Share The Love In Your Heart
"Nursing is an art: and if it is to be made an art, it requires an exclusive devotion as hard a preparation as any painter’s or sculptor’s work; for what is the having to do with dead canvas or dead… Continue reading
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Days 114-115 Everything is Holy Ground
“Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.” Chief Seattle Earth Day, 4/22/2021 and… Continue reading
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Days 109-113 – When Water Falls
We began life in Water’s womb. Her waves, or lakes, her streams are poems. Especially when water falls. Continue reading
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Days 107-108 Caregiver Renewal
Note: Guest reflection by the high spirited and kind-hearted Terry Chapman! Now that we see light ahead of us in this tunneling virus, and feel somewhat better about our collective futures–what next? How can we focus on positive, productive life… Continue reading
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Days 102-106 Beauty Unexpected
Beauty resides everywhere & often shines most powerfully in the places least noticed & most unexpected. Beauty, although evanescent, is the gift Love gives all who pause to see her face & allow their souls to smile back in gratitude. Continue reading
Journal of Sacred Work 