Erie Chapman
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Days 252-253 Make a Joyful Noise
Note: this reflection is dedicated in loving memory to Dr. Stanley van den Noort whose life was an extraordinary symphony of Love's healing in perpetual motion. Happy birthday Stan! Sound strikes a universal chord of recognition and connects us to… Continue reading
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Days 250-251 – Our Dearest Friends
“My dearest friends stand rugged as chimneys. Their fires know mine.” – Erie Chapman Continue reading
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Days 247-249 – Breath
“What if we breathe to the rhythm of Yes?” -Erie Chapman Continue reading
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Days 243-244 – Profound Presence – The Steady Gaze of Marina Abramovic
“Radical Loving presence requires completely changing our way of being present.” – Erie Chapman Continue reading
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Days 240-242 – “The Steady Gaze” – What the Dying Know
“…the only thing death can take is our body, something that may be less important than we imagined. Love’s energy, unburdened by our weight, can then embrace us completely giving us a whole new way of being.” – Erie Chapman… Continue reading
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Days 238-239 International Caregivers Day
August 26, Mother Teresa’s birthday, marks the third annual International Caregivers Day. As we celebrate the contributions of caregivers from around the world, let us pause for a moment to reflect upon the sacredness of our work. Mother Teresa lived… Continue reading
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Days 236-237 – The Human Experience
“Ultimately, honoring the human experience means seeing beyond names, diagnoses and ages. We can only see what is sacred with the eyes of our soul.” -Erie Chapman Continue reading
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Days 231-232 From a Distance
How perceptions obscure our ability to see; how a change in thought can lead to a change of heart. Continue reading
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Days 226-230 Love, Dreams & Wounds
“Perhaps, wounds are the mothers of our dreams. Maybe we can’t love without facing into our scars, including the ones never healed – the ones that yet bleed through the seams in our souls.” -Erie Chapman Continue reading
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Days 218-222 – Land of the Unforeseen
The Land of the Unforeseen: “I cannot paint or sing my mystery because, by definition, I don’t know it myself. But, I can honor it. We need to be seekers. For in seeking, our mystery may join with the mystery… Continue reading
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