Journal of Sacred Work

Liz sorensen Wessel

  • Days 237-238: Within The Flower

      Within the flower there lies a seed, Within the seed there springs a tree, Within the tree there spreads a wood. In the wood there burns a fire, And in the fire there melts a stone, Within the stone… 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 216-217 Weave Upon Weave

    Let's take this moment to celebrate our fathers, ancestors and the men who have deeply influenced our lives. My father was an only child. He and my mom brought six children into this world and we grew up in my… 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