Journal of Sacred Work

Caregivers have superpowers! Radical Loving Care illuminates the divine truth that caregiving is not just a job. It is Sacred Work.

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Ballet_flower_also   Grown with loving care by dear friends in Clarksville, Tennessee, cut at maturity and joined with other divine dancers, presented to us on Sunday peeking from a glass vase, this rose is an expression of the divine.
   Beautiful as this rose is, for a time she was lost among her many stunning sisters. Like each of us, the divine is often hard to spot amidst a crowd. And the divine spirit can be even harder to identify when it is hidden by bloody bandages, wrapped in wrinkled skin, or is lurking deep beneath a face contorted by anger.
Flower_dance   
The divine is easy to encounter when there is an obvious match between beauty within and beauty without. There is a bright similarity and a human difference between a dancer twirling like a flower and a flower spreading her petals like a dancer. Yet, sacred eyes can identify the divine in both.
   What about the challenge of the divine that is hidden? When pink turns gray and posture displays the tragedy of alcoholism, our temptation is to pass judgment. How could the divine live in a slumped over "drunk?"      
Drunk
   Love calls us to search for the divine in the dark places as well as the bright. And, Love calls us also to restore her light by reaching out to the saddest and most wounded among us.
   Today, we will have the opportunity to reach out with Love. How will you invite Love into you life? How will she express herself in your day?

-Erie Chapman

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3 responses to “Day 266 – Encountering the Divine”

  1. Karen York Avatar
    Karen York

    By nurturing the divine within ourselves, we are more apt to automatically recognize the divine within others, whether on the surface it appears beautiful or tormented. For me that comes from quiet reflection, journaling, poetry and escapes outside into the garden.

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  2. Yvonne Ginez-Gonzales Avatar
    Yvonne Ginez-Gonzales

    What a busy last week and I never seemed to get to the journal to do a posting. I tend to spend a lot of time thinking about what I would post before I post it. I was able to read and personally reflect but did not post any thoughts because I always want to post something meaningful and found myself wrapped up in other things.
    However, on Friday a co-worker shared with me a poem about “letting go” as I feel like I am struggling with leaving my current job of about 6 years to pursue another that will bring me growth in my career and will utilize my recently acquired MSN degree. She is so supportive and validates for me that they will always be there and that I should pursue my goals and offered opportunity. So I share it with you here at the journal they brought me words of comfort and understanding.
    “LETTING GO”
    To let go doesn’t mean to stop caring, it means I can’t
    do it for someone else.
    To let go is not to cut myself off, it’s the realization
    that I can’t control another.
    To let go is not to enable, but to allow learning from
    natural consequences.
    To let go is to admit powerlessness, which means the
    outcome is not in my hands.
    To let go is not to try to change or blame another, I
    can only change myself.
    To let go is not to care for, but to care about.
    To let go is not to fix, but to be supportive.
    To let go is not to judge, but to allow another to be a
    human being.
    To let go is not to be in the middle to arrange all the
    outcomes, but to allow others to effective their own
    outcomes.
    To let go is not to be protective, it is to permit
    another to face reality.
    To let go is not to deny, but to accept.
    To let go is not to nag, scold or argue, but to search
    out my own shortcomings and to correct them.
    To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires, but to
    take each day as it comes, and to cherish the movement.
    To let go is not to criticize and regulate anyone, but to
    try to become what dream I can be.
    To let go is not to regret the past, but to grow and live
    for the future.

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  3. ~liz Wessel Avatar
    ~liz Wessel

    I very much like the poem you shared Yvonne.
    My most recent experience as a family member/caregiver for my brother while he was hospitalized provided many encounters that will remain with me for a long time.
    For the past 3 weeks I have not worn any make-up, I was without a bed to sleep in, or a daily shower, and I never felt so unattractive. Yet, despite my disheveled ppearance I did not feel people treated me differently, they did not shrink back repelled, but were kind. What struck me most, and what is hard to describe… is that a few people really seemed to see me…beyond appearances. These individuals were a tremendous help to my brother and me. In an instant I felt that I had known these people all of my life and I will carry them in my heart forever with gratitude.

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