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Christian Unity Week

You shall not hate any of your kindred in your heart.

Reprove your neighbor openly so that you do not incur sin because of that person.l

Take no revenge and cherish no grudge against your own people.

You shall love your neighbor as yourself. I am the LORD.

Leviticus 19:17-18

This past Tuesday, our Cursillo community met to celebrate Christian Unity Week. Our Cursillo retreats are  unique: both ecumenical and co-ed. A group of us, then, gathered for an Ultreya, with three of us to give a short reflection on the theme ‘Christian Unity’. We did not coordinate our talks, trusting that the Spirit would guide our meditations to fit all together.

A young woman opened the evening with a brilliant PowerPoint presentation on ‘Je Suis Charlie’ and what it meant in her life at work. She did extend Unity week to Muslims, Buddhists, Hindus, Über Atheists… Interestingly, the third and last speaker, while using the parable of The Good Samaritan, also expanded the theme to include all of the above, the Samaritan becoming a Muslim or an Über Atheist.

I came second and my bit went this way —

As a theme for Unity Week, we were given the verse: “You shall love your neighbor as yourself: I am the Lord.”

The whole Leviticus quote is fascinating (“You shall not hate any of your kindred in your heart”…) because it reflects a rather dark vision of the human heart, a heart that Godde knows well. And so throughout the Bible, Godde reminds us to love our brother, our neighbor. Because we need to be reminded, again and again.

Who is my neighbor? How near or far away is my horizon? How wide is my heart? Does it stop at my own family, my friends, my own denomination, my own country? Or in a Teilhard de Chardin’s way, is my worldview cosmic?

This evening, I would like to add to our Leviticus quote the famous Lucan reply,  — “You shall love the Lord, your God, with all your heart, with all your being, with all your strength, and with all your mind, and your neighbor as yourself.”   Lk 10:25:37

Love Godde — love your neighbor — love yourself.

Loving Godde doesn’t seem so hard. But love my neighbor? Love myself?

When Paul and I walk the Camino de Santiago, I carry one or two stones with me to remind me of one person or another whom I simply cannot forgive. I leave this stone along the way when I feel I have achieved my goal. On one occasion, I nestled my stones next to the reliquary of Santiago in the crypt of the cathedral. Another time, I left a stone on the altar in the beautiful chapel of Cristo de Burgos,.

Often I ask Godde to help me forgive and, when I cannot forgive, I ask Her to forgive for me until I can.

Recently, during two different retreats, I was helped to see how to approach the commandment to love my neighbor as myself in a different way.

First, I was reminded that I cannot expect to love others if I don’t love myself. To love myself I need to connect with Godde’s love for me, to reach that “true self” which was mine at birth, before “life” added layers upon layers of “false self” upon it. I did not find this connection easy to do.

Last November, my director suggested that the point is not so much to tell Godde that I love Her, but that I let Godde love me and that I let myself experience Her love and Her mercy. Basically that I spend time with Godde, in silence, soaking Her presence and Her love for me.

Not long ago I came across a blog which recommends that “we become the Beloved.” The author says, “God calls me to struggle with the demons that insist that I am not the beloved, that I am not even worthy of love. God wants me to face my fears of not being good enough and know that my goodness comes first and foremost from who I am and to whom I belong.”

If I tell Godde that I love Her, which I do, I am in control. When I tune in to Godde’s love and allow Her to melt my heart, I am no longer in control at all.

Godde loves me, — loves each one of us. Godde created me out love and Godde died for me out of love. She sustains me out of love. She showers me with gifts throughout my days. How many proofs of Her love do I need? Godde knows my sin, loves me in spite of it, and, extraordinarily, does not let it come between Her and me.

Like the psalmist, I know my transgressions and my sins are forever in front of me (51). Yes, I see my failings, but Godde does not seem to see them.

If Godde can love me in this most extraordinary way, isn’t the least I can do to love others with all my heart, with all my being, with all my strength and with all my mind? And forgive them not 7 times, but 77 times 7?

For, is not loving Godde loving Her creation and Her creatures? If Godde can forgive these transgressions which I cannot forgive myself, can I not forgive the hurt that this person or that other person did to me?

So, for the love of You, — O Godde whom I want to love with all my heart –, I offer you my anger toward this old boss, this nasty neighbor, this unpleasant relative. I offer it to you and pray that you change it into something pleasing to You. I stand in awe at your love for me which helps me love myself and, in turn, makes all these old grudges become irrelevant.

With you at my side, forever wrapped in that love of yours which never fails me, I finally can begin to learn to love my neighbor as I love myself, thanks to You.

Illustration: A Chance To Meet (found here)

 

God is love, and whoever remains in love
remains in God and God in him.

1 Jn 4:7-16

Today’s readings were truly beautiful. In Deuteronomy, I was touched by “he brought you out with his strong hand from the place of slavery”… Yes, Godde has brought me out many times throughout my life from various places of slavery. Every bit of Ps 103 was a balm to my spirit: “Bless the Lord, O my soul; all my being, bless her holy name”. Matthew’s gospel, of course, was a time of respite and comfort, “For my yoke is easy, and my burden light.”

John’s First letter, however, spoke to my heart — “everyone who loves is begotten by Godde and knows Godde”. Reading the excerpt felt like being caught in a river of grace and love… “Godde remains in her and she in Godde”. Love is a fruit of the Spirit.

It dawned on me, then, that anytime I feel love for someone, or feel the need to love someone better, Godde’s spirit is in me. 

I have noticed that after forty three years of marriage, at times Paul and I are like two porcupines. We like to be close, but when we are too close we prick each other. It is then that I call on love to open my heart and my ears, my eyes and my mind, instead of reinforcing the petulance of my False Self with its need to say the last word.

Not long ago, at a dinner with some very dear friends, we started talking of other friends and I heard myself say things which I had carried within my heart and of which I feel little pride. I was given to see then what I was doing and how I was not the person I would like to be. Since then, I have called on love again to return to Godde and remain in Her.

Love is a source of joy, which nestles somewhere inside my heart. It brings about gratitude and hope, and a certain detachment toward the unpleasantnesses in life. Life and love are so much greater than all the frustrations I do run into.

These past nine days I have prayed the Novena to the Sacred Heart with Sacred Space. Beautiful music, beautiful thoughts. A willingness to turn my heart and mind toward a devotion which feels somewhat foreign to me. Still, as a result I stumbled on the prayer to ask for the grace to know Jesus, to love Him and to follow Him. This prayer itself was a grace for me, for it identified clearly the person I would like to become.

Maybe then the nice moment I had this morning with John’s first letter comes as a gift from the Novena: the feeling that whenever I love and wish I could love, I remain in Godde and She remains in me, and I become part of the divine cosmic dance of the Trinity.

 

Photo: Puerto Rico, where Godde never fails to wait for me when I happen to stop there

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people will not feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone and as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give others permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. — Marianne Williamson, A Return To Love, 190

During our Ignatian Way day in Bossey, yesterday, this reading was given to us, as a companion to the famous passage in Matthew’s Gospel on the salt of the earth and the light of the world (5:13-16), which goes this way:

“You are the salt of the earth, but if salt has lost its taste, how shall its saltiness be restored? It is no longer good for anything except to be thrown out and trampled under people’s feet. You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden. Nor do people light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a stand, and it gives light to all in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven.”

Our small group shared some good thoughts on this theme. Several of us had made sure, at one point of their life or another, especially when we were younger, not to shine, not to be the best we could. Not to be all that Godde made us to be.

My own time of prayer brought me a great peace in which I saw how good it is to give glory to Godde by being the salt of the earth or the light of the word (however little salt or a small light it may be). By stepping up to the plate, as some of my American friends would say.

The list of who I am in the eyes of Godde is slowly growing. Apart from being a ‘loved sinner’, a temple of Godde, a beloved daughter, or one of Godde’s many faces on earth, I can now add ‘giving glory to Godde’ by answering her invitation to grow in love and wisdom. And so can each one of us. How glorious this all is!

Art: found on Pinterest

 

 

 

 

“Quitting is not love. Godde doesn’t quit.”

I heard the words and they echoed in my ears throughout the day. I am still processing them.

I can think of many reasons, many situations, many ways to quit. I avoid tense, angry situations, for instance. I walk away from painful relationships. I rarely make a scene; I just disappear, I make myself invisible.

As I reflected upon my quitting pattern, my first reaction, once again, was to blame my mother. At my age, this has become ridiculous. Somewhere along my life, many times probably, I was given the chance to improve on what I had received, to become “me” rather than the by-product of someone else.

To quit on us, to leave husband and children for several months to go and have fun with a lover, my mother had to suspend temporarily whatever love she felt for us. Months later, after her lover had returned to his wife, she came back to us more out of duty than for love’s sake.

At birth, I received the gift of faithfulness; later, the fear of being abandoned set in. I grew up on sarcasm;  a sarcastic tone has me run away, or rather slip back into my shell, like a turtle or a snail. Sometimes, I become angry, which does not help.

A friend of mine who runs family constellation workshops, remarked that people who have a wounded inner child may never be truly able to grow passed the age at which the wound was given. However old I get, my emotions may remain stuck at nine years old.

Blaming my mother belongs to another era somehow. For a new me was born, a bit like the Eunuch in today’s gospel, when my own ‘Philip’ (her name was Sujatha) passed her spirit of fire on to me, years ago now. This new me is also taking a long time to grow up.

“Quitting is not love. Godde doesn’t quit.”

Sometimes one needs to quit a relationship because all that remains of the original love is toxic and dangerous to one’s soul, one’s spirit, one’s life. I cannot therefore judge anyone who quits.

I believe that“Godde doesn’t quit“, however desperate the situation might be. Godde is with the schoolgirls who have been kidnapped in Nigeria, as well as with their parents and their kidnappers. Godde was in the concentration camps, among the decimated American Indian tribes and with the Armenians during their genocide. Godde can bear all pains.

“Godde doesn’t quit”. However sinful, stupid, thoughtless, superficial I may be, Godde will stand by me. This is what I truly heard the other day. Because I believe this, I want to follow in Godde’s footsteps. Therefore, I cannot quit those I love, however scared, mixed up, conflicted, angry I may feel. I want to learn to love like Godde loves.

Hearing “Quitting is not love. Godde doesn’t quit”, may have been just the words I needed for me to grow up. At last.

Miracle of miracles.

 

Photo: Henri Cartier-Bresson, Washington D.C., 1947

 

 

 

 

 

Then Jesus said,
“I came into this world for judgment,
so that those who do not see might see,
and those who do see might become blind.”

Jn 9:1-41

 

The Goal of our life is to live with God forever.
God, who loves us, gave us life.
Our own response of love allows God’s life
to flow into us without limit.
David Fleming, SJ, Principle & Foundation

 

… This unfolding towards my fullness in God, takes place in, 

and through, the very realities that touch my life…

I can open myself to let this unfolding take place, and I can also block it.
… Every time I block life in me to unfold, 

I am blocking my movement towards God. 

(e.g. every time I give in to my fear I am blocking my movement to God).

Fr. Cecil Azzopardi, SJ, Retreat Notes, 2013

 

In this Sunday’s gospel John tells us the story of the blind man who saw and of all those around him who did not want to see. It brought back to my mind a recent moment of understanding.

In his Principle and Foundation, St Ignatius tells us that we come from Godde, belong to Godde, and are destined to Godde. All the while, there is a catch, however. I can choose to say yes or to say no to Godde in my life. If I say yes, David Fleming explains, I allow Godde’s life to flow into me without limit.

Why would I want to stop that flow into me? Well, through desires that do not fit with Godde’s desires for me. Any treasure which does not happen to be Godde may come in the way, whether my wish for power, money, or status. Or these unfreedoms which are scattered through my life: resentments, grudges, fears…

After having prayed David Fleming’s Principle & Foundation, I have come to want this unlimited flow of Godde into my life. I also realized that loving Godde is good (I assume), but allowing Godde to love me is much better. How do I let Godde love me? How do I open myself to Her love?

It is when I reread Cecil’s notes last week that an insight dawned on me: any time I act out of fear, i.e. any time I close myself to situations so that I will not be hurt again, or when I just do not quite forgive what happened in the past, I close myself to Godde’s life flow into me. And I have done this for most of my life.

Interestingly, fear which I saw as a way of protecting me has in fact prevented me to be open to life’s flow. What a pity.

I must have been four or five when I learned the Our Father, forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us… Forgiveness has been an on-going struggle because I felt asked to be ‘nice’ to folks that had not been so with me. The minute, however, and this quite recently, that I understood that by not forgiving I was preventing Godde’s life to flow through me in an unlimited manner, any hesitation to forgive or desire to protect myself from pain was swept away.

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

I saw. Godde’s grace helped me see what is obvious to me now. I laughed it suddenly looked so easy. If I want to experience Godde’s life and love, and I do, I have to let go of all that I have placed in my own life that prevents Godde from flowing through me.

I am not saying that I have found how to allow Godde to love me. I still instinctively want to love Godde, because I feel love for Godde. But I may well want to love Godde because then I feel in control of the times we meet. Or so I think. I do not invite Godde in my room at 5 pm for tea. I go in my room and make myself available for Godde, just in case…

This is a small step on my journey to Godde; but this small step brought quite a bit of joy and lightness in my life when I took it.

 

Art: Blind Spot, found here.

 

 

 

If you then, who are wicked,

know how to give good gifts to your children,

how much more will your heavenly Father give good things to those who ask him.

Mt 7:7-12 

If you then, who are wicked…

Oh, how much I like this line! What a release it feels to me… How liberating… Yes, Jesus knows I am wicked. I can hide him nothing. He sees through me and accepts me as I am. What more can I ask?

This Lent, I am listening intently to Jesus’ words in the hope to catch the tone, the inflections of his voice. How does it sound in the morning air? He cast a spell on most who listen to him. He convinces the crowds of Godde’s goodness and love… I hear no judgment in the word ‘wicked’ somehow, just an acknowledgment of the difference between Godde and me.

If you then, who are wicked, … how much more will Godde give good things

I try to remember what I give my children and grandchildren… Yes, I usually try to give the best of me, I who am wicked and flawed… What more will Godde give me when I ask? Oh, the certainty that I will indeed receive…

Jesus, please give me a good heart. Give me patience, kindness. Oh, never to throw out barbed words at those around me; never to hurt the feelings of those I love…

If you then, who are wicked…

Jesus says this to me with a smile. His words touch my heart, helping me acknowledge my being both wicked and beloved. I let go a deep sigh of relief… You know me and you love me… You made me, you know every bit of who I am, of what I say, of what I think, of what I hide from myself even…

What truer prayer can it be, Jesus, than to ask you to love me and let me follow you? May your kindness and love rub on my wickedness and make it less sharp, less selfish, less indifferent…

If I then, who am wicked, know how to give good gifts to my children, how much more will my heavenly Creator give me…

I stay present to Godde’s love for me and remain there for a while.

 

Photo: Jesus, photo found here.

 

Some years back, I was meeting with a young priest who had just come out and was getting ready to leave his order to live with the man of his life. Talking about gay relationships and marriages, he told me, “Where there is love, Godde is.” He said this so matter-of-factly that what he meant also seemed obvious to me and has been so ever since. Whenever I hear of gay marriage, I can still hear what he said.

Not long ago, his words came back to me for a very different setting.

Shortly before Christmas, during an Ignatian day, we discussed in small groups the question, “What is the Kingdom of Godde for you?” Our small group had already covered other topics before we reached that one. We made up a good group because we talked together honestly and did not stay on the surface.

Suddenly, an idea sprang straight out of my heart and had me say, “I will know it’s the Kingdom of Godde if Godde is with us during our Christmas vacation together.” I meant by this, “if the three generations go to mass and look at and live the Christian dimension of the celebrations together, this will be the Kingdom for me.”

Our Christmas vacations this year were very special. We spent two weeks in harmony, had no sharp moments or times of impatience. We laughed a lot, cooked together, went on walks. We went to mass only once, on Christmas eve, in the little village church next to our home.

After the children left and we were putting back the house together, my mind went back to the harmony and love that reigned among us. “Where love is, Godde is,” I heard my friend say. I also realized that my prayer had been granted: I had experienced Godde’s kingdom over the vacation. Godde had been with us.

Finally, a couple of days ago, we were to visit an old friend who has fallen on hard times: her husband, with whom she has lived a passionate relationship for more than forty years, is now in a nursing home with Alzheimer and she is developing dementia. Last time we saw her had been sad and tiring: after an hour of a conversation during which she was very much the lively woman we knew, she had sunk in bitterly repeating the same points over and over again for ever trying to find a solution or a way out — unsuccessfully.

Meeting her again, therefore, was a somewhat stressful prospect. During the night, I remembered how pleasant it used to be to walk around town with her and her husband and going out to lunch together. Even though twenty years older than we are, we had fun together. She had a very sharp sense of humor and knew how to weave a good tale. When time came to go and meet her, I felt that I had been given a grace by remembering the good times. I was going to our date with love in my heart, rather than dread.

Our friend, Paul and I spent three hours together, over lunch at her place, during which we talked politics, joked, laughed, reminisced about her youth and entrepreneurial successes. Of course, she went back to what haunts her: her husband will never come home; he does not recognize her anymore; it’s as if he were dead, but isn’t. Every time she returned to the topic, we stayed with her. Soon enough, she would snap out of it and we returned to a topic that would have us laughing within minutes. It was as if her sickness had stepped out for a while and we spent time together as we used to. We simply had a great time.

As we walked back to our apartment, I thought, “Where love is, Godde is.” By this I mean that God’s grace and love had been with us during that time. We had received a gift, which we did not recognize at the time, but which became obvious soon afterwards. I guess Godde’s presence is unobtrusive. She does not make a point of being noticed and of taking over the event. Of course, the mere fact of noticing her presence afterwards means that I enjoyed Her presence twice.

One day later, we heard that our friend does not even remember she has seen us.

 

Can you think of moments when you experienced such love in your life?

 

 

Illustration: Ansgar Holmberg, CSJ, The Banquet

 

[The Jesuits]… expected the manifestation of God’s presence within the soul to be accessible, in some degrees, to all human beings.
     Underlying the Jesuits’ pastoral ideals and practice, therefore, were certain assumptions about God and about how the universe was governed. At least some of the more influential Jesuits shared an appreciation of the intimate immediacy and power of God’s presence in the world and in the human soul, an appreciation undoubtedly related to what they learned from the “Contemplation to Obtain the Love of God.”
     This appreciation led to conclusions about the efficacious power of the divine presence to conduct an individual in the way of salvation and peace. The Jesuits by and large believed in a world in which God’s grace was abundant. God willed all to be saved and had embraced the world with even greater love because of the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus.
John W. O’Malley, The First Jesuits, pp. 83-84

Ever since Paul & I returned from Manresa (Ignatian Immersion Course 2013), my heart, soul, and mind have been focused on all that I discovered in those six-weeks of intense Ignatian immersion.

In Manresa, I grew aware of Ignatius’ early companions and their names have grown more familiar to me. I have just finished a book on Peter Faber (Pedro Fabro, La Cuarta Dimension, Orar y Vivir) and am slowly falling under the spell of this gentle man. I am also reading William O’Malley’s The First Jesuits, where I found the quote above.

My spiritual life seems to want to grow at a glacial speed. Still, every so often, I come across thoughts, ideas, concepts which suddenly illumine my foggy brain and touch my heart in a way which fills it with warmth and joy, bringing tears to my eyes.

I guess it is never too late to realize how much the whole of life is permeated by Godde’s love for it and for each one of us. Basically, Godde’s infinite goodness supports and fills our universe. When this possibility becomes a reality to me, it changes then my own reality. Not only Godde is not after finding faults in what I do and what I am (something I have understood a while back), but Godde wants all that is good for me. If I am graced enough to believe this, then I become open to the divine goodness.

It is so obvious. It becomes so simple.

It also helps me see that Godde’s goodness and grace are available for projects to help others. Instead of fearing the world’s evil forces, I turn then to Godde’s ever-flowing love with infinite gratitude to do Her will where I happen to find myself — there is no fear to have.

Suddenly John’s words (1 Jn 4:18) come back to my mind:

There is no fear in love,
but perfect love drives out fear…

Fear, of course, does not disappear in an instant; the reality of Godde’s love, however, slowly makes fear ‘irrelevant’ and not to be taken into account, or at least be guided by it… Thank you Mr. O’Malley to help me see the reality of Godde’s love and grace.

After yesterday’s post, Feeling Alive, I saw that I had not mentioned those people in my life who make me feel alive and in whom I meet Godde’s presence and love. How could I forget?

I won’t go just yet into friends, siblings, and in-laws. I will just stay with my immediate family, this small community — or commune — that the seven of us make. Paul and I have two daughters; one is married, with two sons; the other is single.

Last Spring while in Manresa, a young man from Zimbabwe came to talk to Paul shortly after we celebrated our forty-second wedding anniversary. How did you manage, Kuda asked, to stay with the same woman all this time? I am not quite sure what Paul answered, but it was something along the lines of, It’s not always easy…

Paul is Godde’s gift to me. I discovered this after twenty-one years of married life during a Marriage Encounter weekend. Once I heard this, it became obvious to me. This was, and still is, true. Paul is Godde’s gift to me — a sign that I am lovable and loving. He made life more exciting. Life’s suddenly seemed more worth living — which is a scary statement when you think about it, because Life is worth living always — or most of the time.

Love is not easy, however. As St Paul wrote, “Love is patient, love is kind, not jealous, not pompous, not inflated, not rude…” Paul and I had chosen that passage from the first letter to the Corinthians for our wedding mass, like so many other young couples. After all this time married together, yes, it is true, Love is all this. It does “bear all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things…”

Endures all things… Love teaches dying to oneself. It is only years later, years into a relationship, with many ups and downs, after times of great closeness and frozen distances, that one can see that love requires at times, not always, to let go of one’s hopes, dreams, or plans.

What keeps us together then? How is it that some remarks don’t drive us apart forever?

Well, after all this time, I can say that our twosome is in fact a threesome: Godde is with us as well as within us. Godde is a reality in our life; She is part of our adventure. When we joke about our house in France being a monastery for two (until our children and grandchildren arrive and then it becomes a grandparents’ home), we are really three in our small monastery, because Godde is everywhere — in the house and in the garden, in our hearts, as well as in the little church next door.

Maybe we are still together after all this time because every so often we still help each other Feel Alive — special, sexy, intelligent, good, creative…

And when we are with our children and grandchildren, while our ‘We’ often gets lost in the shuffle, the love we receive from both adults and children also help us Feel Alive: a hug, an attention, a loving remark, a confidence. Suddenly, the connection feels special; the heart opens up, warm and safe; and Godde is with us, because wherever love is, Godde is.

 

Art: Jim Dine, Four Hearts, 1969, found here.

Days like yesterday remind me that there is truly a difference between going through the daily routine, threading one task after another, doing things which will fill in a rarely consciously written check-list of things to do till it’s time to go to bed, fall asleep, until I wake up the next morning with another day ahead of me — and feeling alive.

I feel alive when the Now catches up with me and takes over my awareness. I am then 100 percent in what I am doing. My senses are awakened: the light is brighter; the colors are sharper; everything tastes better…

I remember many years ago passing through Geneva the July my younger brother died. I was walking on a pedestrian bridge at the end of the lake and, turning toward the statue of Rousseau looking at the Mont-Blanc bridge, I felt Life pulsating through everything around me.

Or walking the Camino, again and again, reaching a bend on the path and being grabbed by the landscape suddenly in front of me; or an evening meal at the Albergue — when laughters and stories ripple around the communal table, as we share pasta, bread, and wine.

Yes, I often feel alive when I walk, as if Godde were truly everywhere, greeting me through the trees and pastures, or in the palm-trees and the songs of the coquis. My sisters the waves, my brothers the clouds…

Yesterday morning, Paul and I drove to viejo San Juan to start cleaning our small beloved flat, left to itself these days so much of the time. I could see the length of Calle Sol, a sea of colors in the sunlight, the vibrancy of the old adoquines (blue paving stones), the joyful voices coming from the street, and the turquoise ocean against the blue sky…

En mi viejo San Juan

As we drove away, later in the day, I noticed then how alive I felt, and how lovely, delightful, sensuous even it is to feel alive.

At the end of the day, when I gathered my thoughts and, sifting through the hours, I looked for that moment when Godde found me as much as I found Her, that instant in viejo San Juan of feeling so alive, vibrant, and awake came back to me.

Thank you Godde for this moment of oneness with you. Thank you for this feeling alive.

When and where do you feel alive?

Photo: A bar in viejo San Juan (Here you can)