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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)


For all these years that I have done my best to apply Ignatian spirituality in daily life, I have only done the review of the day in an erratic manner, sometimes for quite a stretch at a time.

In some places it is called the Review of the Day, in others the Consciousness Examen and, long ago apparently, it was known as the Examination of Conscience. All this ends up being rather confusing. Leaving conscience and consciousness aside as I am not sure of their exact definition, I will use the expression the Review of the Day.

While in Manresa, a little book was very strongly recommended to us: Discovering Your Personal Vocation: The Search for Meaning Through the Spiritual Exercises (Herbert Alfonso, SJ, Sheila Fabricant Linn, Matthew Linn and Dennis Linn). I liked it very much: it is truly a gem.

If I understand the book correctly, Godde has created me with a vocation in mind, not so much something to ‘do’, but someone to ‘be’. I will know who I am meant to be by finding out that which gives me life, that which makes me sparkle with enthusiasm and energy. One way to find this out is to review my day and to identify those moments when my heart expanded or closed down (my words).

Among other things, Herbert Alfonso explains that Godde comes to me in all sorts of ways to shower me with love. It’s up to me to recognize those daily gifts. It’s through them that I will find out who I am meant to be. Of course, there are also moments in my life which hurt me, scare me, anger me. Times of shadows, Sacred Space would say.

From what I have learned during the eight-day retreat in Manresa, my ‘false self’ moves in the shadows, and my ‘true self’ recognizes Godde (my words again). I will write about these two selves at a later time.

My current review of the day is also the outcome of a Morning Prayer given by a sunny Australian man early on in the Course. As he lead us through his reflection, I was struck by his idea of picking out one good moment and one bad moment out of the day; then to lift each one of them in prayer.

At the end of the day then, I sit comfortably with my notebook and a pen. I turn my mind to Godde, who loves me beyond belief and reason, and I review my day. All those gifts through which She came to hug me: the birds chirping, a friend’s unexpected call, my grandson sending me a short video, a newscast on the radio or an article online, an errand I suddenly decide to do and the positive feeling I am left with. I also look for these moments when my inner sky got clouded, windy, and unfriendly.

At that point, I pick one moment of each kind, and I lift that moment to Godde, using that prayer to talk to Her and share the moment for which I thank Her and for which I need Her help. One result which comes out of this: my scary times are getting less scary. I don’t feel alone with them any longer.

Since I spend some time with Godde in the morning as well, my day begins and ends with a time with Godde. Slowly, I’m learning again to be open and honest with Her. I am trusting Godde, which feels new to me.

In Her name.

Photo: Sky in viejo San Juan