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The Life of a Day

sun burst   This day dawned fresh and new, a welcome surprise given the humid heaviness of yesterday.  How wonderful…a near perfect day, I thought as I sipped my coffee…a good day to post a poem about “Spring mornings” on my blog. Retrieving my favorite collection of poems (Good Poems chosen by Garrison Keiller) from by bookshelf, I came across this little gem! Read it slowly, let its message soak in. I’ve done just that and I’m soaking up all this day has to offer, but when tomorrow comes along with something different…perhaps grey skies, or oppressive heat, I plan to meet it with full appreciation of it’s “one-of-a-kind” offer to me. Each day is to be treasured…this I know to be true.

The Life of a Day


Tom Hennen

Like people or dogs, each day is unique and has

its own personality quirks which can easily be seen

if you look closely.  But there are so few days as

compared to people, not to mention dogs, that it

would be surprising if a day were not a hundred

times more interesting than most people.  But

usually they just pass, mostly unnoticed, unless

they are wildly nice, like autumn ones full of red

maple trees and hazy sunlight, of if they are grimly

awful ones in a winter blizzard that kills the lost

traveler and bunches of cattle.  For some reason

we like to see days pass, even though most of us

claim we don’t want to reach our last one for a

long time.  We examine each day before us with

barely a glance and say, no, this isn’t one I’ve been

looking for, and wait in a bored sort of way for

the next, when, we are convinced, our lives wil

start for real.

Soul’s Journey in the Heart of New Mexico




by Renae Been

When Moses thrust his staff into the Earth,

he did not waver.

Be it Destiny, Fate, Divinity,

no matter,

he felt the thread of inspiration

intersect with the pulse of the Earth

the two beat as one.

It was his time.

Some may inquire in later years,

How did you do it?

I will whisper,

I do not know.

I heard the sea gathering,

giant cupped hands

lifted the edges of her salty skirt

revealing the path.

I began to crawl,

clothed only with questions


the Promised Land.

Breathtakingly beautiful like the land that inspired it, this exquisite poem by Renae Been captures the essence of my Soul’s Journey Through the Heart of New Mexico. “Clothed only with questions,” I spent a week absorbing the energy and beauty of this sacred land at Ghost Ranch where the earth and sky meet, in community with extraordinary loving and open-hearted women, seekers and path-finders all.  I felt “the thread of inspiration intersect with the pulse of the Earth” connecting me with All That Is in a powerful way.

This Women’s Spiritual Retreat created by my friend and colleague, Marilou Bova, was designed to help us open to the internal guidance of our soul through quiet reflective time; open to the wisdom of the land and the sky; open to the wisdom of our bodies through yoga, massage, energy work and walking labyrinths; open to the wisdom of each other in sacred conversations. (Marilou Bova is gathering another group of women in Abiquiu September 5-12.  For more information you can contact her at

Marilou’s generous and loving spirit draws not only the participants in the retreat, but also women in the Abiquiu community who enriched our experience in many ways. One unforgettable evening by the Charma River, Carolyn Morningstar Berry, a grandmother who walks behind a long line of grandmothers from the Gabrielino/Tongva tribe in California, guided us through a sacred Medicine Wheel Ceremony inspiring us to move in harmony with the flow of life.  Women of Abiquiu prepared delicious food for us, offered body and energy work, and gathered  with us for a potluck dinner at Jaye Buros’ Rising Moon art gallery.  It was here that we heard Renae recite her poem, Exodus.

For me, “the promised land” is here and now.  I return home accepting my responsibility as an Elder and a Grandmother to pass on what I’ve learned in this lifetime.  I believe passionately in this: we are living in extraordinary times of social, economic, and environmental upheaval which require leadership from all of us to step forward to meet the challenges of the 21st century.  I believe we have a shared responsibility to create a sustainable future to ensure the common well-being, to nurture a flourishing human community, and to preserve our Mother Earth.

Thomas Merton inspires me to hold on to the resolve I felt so strongly in New Mexico.  Humans have a responsibility to find themselves where they are, in their own proper time and place in the history to which they belong and to which they must inevitably contribute either their response or their evasions, either truth and act,or mere slogan and gesture.