Journal of Sacred Work

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Art’s eyes see deeper. You’ve got to look for more than a few seconds. Most people don’t…too scary for them.    -Alex Judice in the play Who Loves Judas? by Dane Dakota   

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   The sacred can be found anywhere because sacredness is not determined by the thing viewed, but by the observer. I try to make this point all the time and I honestly think that most people have difficulty with the idea.
   Caregivers have special opportunities to observe the sacred each day and night. This requires that we look with the heart’s eyes, not with the heads. It is the heart which interprets what the eyes see and the ears hear…

   In the film, A Place Called Alive, a documentary we recently completed on Nashville’s Alive Hospice, Ms. Ann Morrow, a ninety-year old woman dying of cancer sings her favorite hymn a Capella. Her voice is reedy and slides off key. A music teacher analyzing the performance by typical standards would award an "F."
   Yet the heart’s ears hear differently. The heart knows Ms. Morrow’s rendition holds transcendent beauty.
   There is something or someone sacred nearby you at this moment. Where is it? Who is it?
   My favorite example of beauty in the ordinary is the Subway wrapper I have tacked to my wall. I’ve used this illustration before because it seems so odd to most people. How can a functional thing, a plastic bag, be beautiful, much less sacred?  After it’s used, it typically becomes trash to be discarded.
   But what if trash is saved, mounted and framed? Framing is supposed to be reserved for those objects we regard as typically beautiful. Landscapes, angels, nudes, flowers, portraits – these are the things people have been accustomed to framing. Subway bags? It took Andy Warhol and other artists to teach us that beauty can be found anywhere – even in a soup can label.
   The great Abraham Maslow wrote that "the great lesson is that the
sacred is in the ordinary, that it is to be found in one’s daily life, in one’s
neighbors, friends, and family, in one’s backyard."    

   Have we yet learned this lesson?
   Sacredness is created by what we bring to the encounter.  Invite Love to join you on your next encounter and you will see what beauty Love can bring.

-Erie Chapman

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3 responses to “Day 59 – The Sacred in the Ordinary”

  1. Tom Knowles-Bagwell Avatar
    Tom Knowles-Bagwell

    The hope I find in your meditation for this morning, Erie, is that I don’t have to spend years doing all manner of super duper spiritual gyrationas that may finally allow me access to the realm of the sacred. All I have to do is wake up in the morning, open my eyes, and really see what is there to be seen.

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  2. Karen York Avatar
    Karen York

    Something I am continually learning is that recognizing the sacred within me is the first step to recognizing it elsewhere. I was raised with a sinner’s mentality and I always felt that I was wicked and unholy. That mindset judges others for their sins rather than seeing the sacred being within. Thank you for this meditation today and for the continual reminders that we are sacred and breathe sacredness into everything that surrounds us.

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  3. liz Wessel Avatar
    liz Wessel

    I was working late when a young cleaning woman stopped by my office to empty the trash. She made a sincere effort to communicate with me. She greeted me in Spanish saying hello, how are you? She asked my name. I responded in Spanish and asked her the same questions, reaching the limit of my Spanish speaking ability. She explained that my name is pronounced ‘Lees’ in Spanish and said, “you have beautiful eyes.” I thanked her and she went on her way. After she left I thought, what just happened? I knew it was more than an ordinary encounter, I knew that Ana had just given me an extraordinary gift of Love.
    This morning I awoke with a headache probably a consequence of overextending myself at work late last night. I sat motionless in the dark of early morning and listened. Morning birds were singing songs of praise.

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