Journal of Sacred Work

Journal of Sacred Work

  • 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 230-231: May You Walk In Softness

    “There is a light in you which cannot die; whose presence is so holy that the world is sanctified because of you. All things that live bring gifts to you, and offer them in gratitude and gladness at your feet.… Continue reading

  • Days 207-208: “Bless the Space between Us”

    Celebrating the 9 year anniversary of The Journal of Sacred Work 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

  • Days 68-72 I Don’t Know

    How did the Dalai Lama answer an audience question? Continue reading