Liz sorensen Wessel
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Days 297-298: JC Has Just Arrived!
Note: Weekend essay by guest contributor ~liz Sorensen Wessel I had an extraordinary week, one that has left me more aware of the subtle divine presence that is always in our midst. A synergy unfolded throughout the week that effervesced and overflowed… Continue reading
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Days 290-291 “I Want to Capture Your Hearts” Mahatma Gandhi
October second as the International Day of Non-Violence; the birth date of Mahatma Gandhi. Continue reading
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Days 249-250: Echoes of Compassion
"What a thing it is to sit absolutely alone, in the forest, at night, cherished by this wonderful, unintelligible, perfectly innocent speech, the most comforting speech in the world, the talk that rain makes by itself all over the ridges,… Continue reading
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Days 242-243: Holy Time
Resting in the Sabbath, in the Loving arms of God. Continue reading
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Days 235-236 Mother Teresa: For this is Love
International Caregiver’s Day Continue reading
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Days 228-229 Finding Grumps
“Think of those still about you before they fade and disappear. How dear is even our least friend when they are no longer there.” -Roger H. Katz Roger’s line fills me with tenderness. How precious life becomes when we… Continue reading
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Days 217-218 There’s a Hole in My Soul
Parishioner, Steve Smith accepted an invitation to give the Sunday morning homily at our church. The story he told provided a powerful allegory. It seems that a few years ago Steve’s brother gave him an unbelievable gift. He received a… Continue reading
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Days 210-212 Falling in Love with Poetry
Polyprint watercolor by ~Liz “Catch a falling star an’ put it in your pocket, never let it fall away!” (Words and music by Lee Pockriss and Paul Vance) Keeping company with this Journal for the past five years has blessed… Continue reading
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Days 203-204 Splendor Past The Sun
For I have seen a splendor past the sun. I have heard a voice beyond the listening stars. A voice as luminous and as cool as dew is near me, though I saw not when it came. And you are… Continue reading
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Dats 196-197 “My Grandmother in the Stars”
My Grandmother in the StarsBy Naomi Shihab Nye It is possible we will not meet againon earth. To think this fills my throatwith dust. Then there is only the skytying the universe together. Just now the neighbor’s horse must be… Continue reading
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