Liz sorensen Wessel

  • Days 272-273 What Do You Love?

    Erie Chapman’s provocative Journal essay  has stimulated much thought and discussion among Journal readers (Days 267-271 – The Courage to Live and to Die?. Most people would agree it is important to talk with their physician about their wishes for… Continue reading

  • Days 265-266 Serenity

    May God grant me the serenityto accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference.-Reinhold Niebuhr (1892-1971)  I wonder how many of us have uttered these words in moments of despair; either… Continue reading

  • Days 258-259: The Moon Swayed

    "The sky is that beautiful old parchment in which the sun and the moon keep their diary."-Alfred Kreymborg, Old Manuscript. In reverence of blue moon rising and memories etched in sky's delicate parchment. T’was magical, watching her rise up, when she… Continue reading

  • Days 251-252 “God, Beyond All Names”

    What we see depends on the lens through which we look. What do you see when you gaze upon these two images of the world?                              … Continue reading

  • 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 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