Liz sorensen Wessel
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Days 244-245 Something Precious
"I would see you as my friend, / That I may remember you are a part of me / And come to know myself." -Course in Miracles Prayer of the Person The person across from you is the greatest miracle and… Continue reading
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Days 237-238 Your Smile
Recently, friends have gifted me with flowering plants on occasions such as birthdays, or from students who wish to express appreciation and co-workers who manifest love through kind gestures. A year ago, my dear friend June gave me the… Continue reading
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Days 230-231 A Summer Garden
Leaves and Blossoms Along the Way: A Poem by Mary Oliver If you’re John Muir you want trees to live among. If you’re Emily, a garden will do. Try to find the right place for yourself. If you can’t find… Continue reading
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Days 218-219 Blessing; Are You
May the road rise to meet you,May the wind be always at your back.May the sun shine warm upon your face,The rains fall soft upon your fields.And until we meet again,May God hold you in the palm of his hand.… Continue reading
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Days 211-212 A Holy Hallelujah
Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.” -Herman Hesse A mighty tree is as welcoming as a treasured… Continue reading
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Days 204-205 Life Is…
The home is the most intimate setting to receive healthcare. Caregivers (clinicians; we are all caregivers, one to another) who go into a person’s home to provide care, enter as stranger and quickly become relied upon as a… Continue reading
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Days 97-198 You Can Make the Mountains Ring
"If you hear the song I sing You will understand (listen!) You hold the key to love and fear All in your trembling hand Just one key unlocks them both It's there at you command" Excerpt from the song, "Get… Continue reading
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Days 190-191 Two by Two
"The ark of peace is entered two by two." A Course in Miracles It is easy to turn away from a stranger, the unknown other, from the faceless in a crowded sea of otherness. We may feel guarded, fearful or… Continue reading
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Days 176-177 A Special Kind of Artist
"An artist is not a special kind of person; rather each person is a special kind of artist."- Ananda Coomaraswamy A friend, mentor, artist and spiritual sage, Sr. Madeleva opened her "Art and Contemplation" class with the above quote. Her… Continue reading
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Days 162-163 Vanishing
I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the riverbed, nothing between me and the white fire… Continue reading
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