Journal of Sacred Work

Liz sorensen Wessel

  • Golden Stiches

    In these tumultuous times it helps to remember that Love finds a way. “We stand, clothed in grace, and showered with blessing. At times we see the flecks of light; at other times we see only the shadows of the… 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

  • “At Play in the Fields of the Lord”

    “The single most important thing a leader does is to take care of the people who take care of people-to serve those who serve.”  -Erie Chapman One way to support caregivers is to build connection through relationships. Erie modeled this understanding… Continue reading

  • Winter Bird Upon My Sill

    A little bird, with plumage brown,       Beside my window flutters down,       A moment chirps its little strain,       Ten taps upon my window-pane,       And chirps again, and hops along,      To call my notice to its song;      But I… 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

  • 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