Erie Chapman
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Days 38-40 -Sacred Journeys
When you carry Love to your encounters, God’s light will illuminate those you meet, whether they choose to receive it or not. For God’s light does not judge. God’s light does not demand that it be received. God’s light is… Continue reading
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Days 31-33 – Friends Seen & Unseen
“When we toss light into the world it ignites a Love which may endure as a “constant companion.” In this sense, all of us are caregivers…Our friends are so often our caregivers, healing our hearts and brightening our lives. May… Continue reading
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Days 27-28 – Snow Falling From the January Moon
Who can paint from a palette smeared with ashes? -Erie Chapman Continue reading
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Days 17-19 Revolution of the Spirit
The path to a higher spirituality is a noble one. It goes to the highest levels of anyone’s religious faith and even beyond that. Continue reading
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Days 10-12 – The Beauty of Our True Identity
Our worldly identity arises through our personality and the pathway we take across this earth. Naturally, our quotidian existence shapes who we and others think we are. Continue reading
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Days 6 & 7 – Eyes
A comedienne joked on television that tests have shown we will fall in love with anyone whose eyes we gaze into silently for four straight minutes. Hopefully, blinking is allowed. It is funny how nearly impossible it is for adults to look… Continue reading
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Days 364-365 – Walking Graciously Through Life
Language binds us – and can drive us apart. Language, through poetry and fine prose, can elevate us to transcendent experiences of beauty. Language between lovers can lift relationships to other-worldly states. Language can help heal the sick. Language can… Continue reading
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Days 361-363 – Beauty: The Unfilled Gap
It’s so hard to wait for God when despair lies heavy. It is so difficult to know that on the other side of the unfilled gap lies Beauty. Continue reading
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Days 357-358 – Beauty’s Eve
"A beautiful thing, though simple in its immediate presence, always gives us a sense of depth below depth, almost an innocent wild vertigo as one falls through its levels." Frederick Turner I awoke around midnight to the magic sound of… Continue reading
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