Journal of Sacred Work

Journal of Sacred Work

  • Jacaranda Heaven

    In June of each year the Jacaranda trees bloom in a glorious array of lavender hues. The Jacaranda trees throughout our city seem to bloom in union and one can’t help but be struck in awe by their elegance and… Continue reading

  • The Kindness of Strangers

    Yesterday I headed home after visiting my son and grandchildren who live in South Dakota.  As I traversed the highway toward the airport in Omaha Nebraska, I passed farm after farm I was struck by the simple beauty of springs… Continue reading

  • The Touch Card of Remembrance

    Note: This reflection is based on the teachings of Erie Chapman and his foundational book, "Radical Loving Care" which has had a significant and meaningful impact for me in relationship to caregiving and the sacredness of our work. Erie Chapman… Continue reading

  • The Sacred Art of Mandala Spirituality

    Today I would like to introduce you to the sacred art of mandala spirituality. In Sanskrit, the word Mandala means sacred circle. For me the circle symbolizes God there is no beginning, there is no end and the center represents… Continue reading

  • Loved Into Being

    As we near the end of International Women's month, I came across this collage that I made in my little art journal some time ago. These are just a few of the women who have inspired me or touched my… Continue reading

  • When Fairies Dance

    When Fairies Gather Together When fairies dance together It’s such a lovely sight, Collectively they twinkle As one large orb of light! If you’ve ever heard a tinkling sound like chimes or little bells ‘Tis the fairies laughing as they… Continue reading

  • It’s All Caregiving!

    Each of us has unique God given Gifts including our abilities, skills, temperaments, and attributes! One has the ability to create and balance a budget; another can chat happily with strangers; and a third can cook up a truly tasty… Continue reading

  • On Wings of Forgiveness

    On Wings of Forgiveness As summer breathes her warm airI feel winter's cold cutting deepTime's busy hands slow all motionI sit amidst wonderingsSadness washes through meIn waves that ebb and flow on sighs releaseI move to gather feelings into a… Continue reading

  • Unmined Gold

      I have come to realize that a mother lode of strength lies waiting in all of us, unmined gold yearning to gleam in the sunlight. ~Former Trappist George Fowler      Found Poem: One Boy Told Me, Naomi Shihab… Continue reading

  • Hiding in Plain Site

      When the world feels hopeless and heartless,take a moment to look around.There are beautiful humans everywhere,often hiding in plain sight in cabs,on buses, in cafes, on trains, in libraries,on park benches, in laundromats, on subways.They may not be rich… Continue reading