Journal of Sacred Work

Radical Loving Care

  • Days 33-34 Our Hidden Gift

    The hidden gift in caregiving Continue reading

  • Days 26-27 If Only for an Instant

    “Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” -Rumi   We have a responsibility to ourselves and others to attend to the barriers… Continue reading

  • Days 21-25 – What is Radical Loving Care?

    The biggest distinction between you and machines is Love. Computers can now program robots to do, or potentially do, almost everything a human can do except for one thing – to Love. Continue reading

  • Days 19-20 “Above All, Trust”…

    “God is not remote from us. He is at the point of my pen, my (pick) shovel, my paint brush, my (sewing) needle – and my heart and thoughts.” -Pierre Teilhard de Chardin Above all, trust in the slow work… Continue reading

  • Days 5-6 High Flight

      High Flight Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things You have not dreamed… Continue reading

  • Days 362-365 Pearls Streaming

    And I said to a man who stood at the gate of the year; “Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown.” And he replied: “Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the… Continue reading

  • Dayss 357-358 Peace

      "Nature was a mirror of the soul for St. Francis of Assisi—a mirror for himself and a mirror for God. All this mirroring effected a complete change of consciousness, a shift in how he saw reality.The outer world began… Continue reading

  • Days 350-351 This Art

    (Please note: Today's GUEST ESSAY was submitted by Artist, Maria Doglio). Painting, "Heart in Tree" ~ by Maria Doglio   “In your light I learn how to love.  In your beauty, how to make poems.  You dance inside my chest… Continue reading

  • Days 338-342 – Profiles of Radical Loving Care

    “Trying to measure Love is like attempting to snap a picture of God.” -Erie Chapman Continue reading

  • Days 336-337 Countless Masks Falling

    I look out into a field of stark, leafless trees wrapped up in a ghostly fog of grey. Their dark limbs silhouette tributaries of black lace, entwined in a colorless sky. How bare and vulnerable without their protective garb, their… Continue reading