Journal of Sacred Work

Erie Chapman Foundation

  • Days 258-259: The Moon Swayed

    "The sky is that beautiful old parchment in which the sun and the moon keep their diary."-Alfred Kreymborg, Old Manuscript. In reverence of blue moon rising and memories etched in sky's delicate parchment. T’was magical, watching her rise up, when she… Continue reading

  • Days 251-252 “God, Beyond All Names”

    What we see depends on the lens through which we look. What do you see when you gaze upon these two images of the world?                              … Continue reading

  • Days 244-245: Movement is Life

    Recently, I was speaking to a colleague about the meaning of her work as a physical therapist and she stated, "I embrace a philosophy that 'Movement is life.'" This idea resonated as I continued to reflect upon this throughout this… Continue reading

  • Days 216-217 Weave Upon Weave

    Let's take this moment to celebrate our fathers, ancestors and the men who have deeply influenced our lives. My father was an only child. He and my mom brought six children into this world and we grew up in my… Continue reading

  • Days 199-200 The Entering

    The following poem captures the essence of hospice and home care so beautifully. The Entering We enter their lives, their homes A time of such turmoil and sadness And we witness to the most remarkable people that ever were.  … Continue reading

  • Days 192-193 Peace

     As we enter into the Sabbath of this summer eve I wish you peace; deep abiding peace… and love. May we know and be peaceful.  To make peace with whatever needs expression and to greet whatever feelings arise, no matter… Continue reading

  • Days 145-146 Ever Present

    I offer the following quotes from David Whyte’s book, “Consolations”  as reflection on this Memorial Day weekend. “Friendship is a mirror to presence and a testament to forgiveness. Friendship not only helps us see ourselves through another’s eyes, but can… Continue reading

  • Days 138-139 The Goodness of the Sky

    "Our life is an apprenticeship to the truth that around every circle another can be drawn; that there is no end in nature, but every end is a beginning; that there is always another dawn risen on mid-noon, and under… Continue reading

  • Days 130-132 The Finest Art

    "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

  • Days 124-125 Heart of Humanity

    Why is it that dreaded calls come in the middle of the night? Roused from sleep by a thrill ring of the phone, I answered with trepidation. My heart started to pound as my daughter in law said, “Liz, something… Continue reading