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Across and Around Time

Endless Genesis

 

Across and Around Time
Poetry and SoulCollage®
by Susan Heffron Hajec

 

Across and around time
our hearts have beat as one.
Our yearnings bringing forth
ever-new humanity.

Across and around time
we have sought our dwelling place
and found it in the security of love.

Across and around time
we have been family
seeking the best within each of us
to provide a way bright with light
for those who are to follow.

A Writer’s Life

writer lifeRe-blogging from Curtiss Ann Matlock’s words of today. I, too, am finding it hard in recent days to find the time to write as Napkinwriter. But I shall return. Right now, I am up to my eyes in pie making in my new venture of Pie In The Sky.

Gleanings– When it Comes to the Writer’s Life…
by Curtiss Ann Matlock on November 24, 2014
What is it about being pressed and denied alone time for writing that makes me absolutely furious to write? Some perverse bent within me. I have 10 minutes before a small boy hits my door, demanding my attention. No sooner did I sit here at this blank page, than the new puppy barked to go out. I’ve left her in the backyard and hope she does not get out while where she can squeeze through the fence while I just had to run up here to get out what I’ve been thinking about. The perverseness is that whenever I do have the time to write, I sit and stare at the page or putter and think. Such is myself, a writer.

“When it comes to the writer’s life, there are no formulas, no easy answers, no ‘quick fixes.’ Each of us must still find our own path. But we can acknowledge the ‘bigness’ in ourselves and hold a mirror to others when they lose sight of the bigness in themselves. We walk in solitude as we work in solitude, but we can hold each other’s hands along the way.” ~ Maire Farrington, as quoted in The Writer’s Life, by Eric Maisel.

I had a dear friend long ago suggest to me that many of my essays should be gathered into a book entitled: When You Need A Hand to Hold. Maybe I will do that, someday, when the small boy has grown up, the elderly mother has passed on, and the dog is willing to lay at my feet. For now I hold my own hand, and I write in the crushed spaces. I do what I can with what I have. That’s a place to start, and to keep going.

“When I decided to become a writer, things moved along well for the first few years, then I began hitting some walls. I hit a dry spell. No words came out. The results weren’t as I had planned. It was time to decide if I wanted to stand behind my decision or fold.” ~Melody Beattie, More Language of Letting Go
Once we decide.

The decision is everything. Make a decision, commit, and you are sprung forward. I decided to write at this time, and here I am, with the small boy now beside me watching me write, and I’m writing. He told me that my typing was like my fingers were dancing. I never would have heard that, had I not followed through with my decision to write this. I would never have known that I can write amidst distraction. Now I know. I write on.
Get writing, dear hearts.
CurtissAnn

Napkinwriter has a good reading tip for you.  Buy a copy of CurtissAnn’s  MIRACLE ON I-40, a great read during the holiday season AND some precious alone ME time with hot spiced tea and a treat in your comfy chair.  Both CurtissAnn and I like our reading chair time as well as our writing time.

Leaf by Leaf by Leaf

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The Holy Disorder of Dancing Monks, of which I am a fortunate and blessed member, asked us recently to reflect upon “letting go”.  This brings me immediately how repetitive an act that is in my life and how each time, though well-practiced, still meets with infinite resistance and a monumental amount of getting in my own way.

It also brings to my mind and heart Joyce Rupp’s exquisite poem on the act of letting go from her book, “A Star In My Heart”, at the top of my list of favorite books.  I see her poem in action during this beautiful fall season and a frequent reminder for me to let go of just one more leaf from my heart which is also in its autumn season.

By Joyce Rupp

Leaf by leaf by leaf
they tumble and fall:
all my haggard hurts.

like a cottonwood tree
ever so slowly letting go,
so the heartache of my heart.

there goes a bit of sadness,
now a leaf of anger flies;
then it’s the dropping of self-pity.

the leaf of unforgiveness
takes forever to fall,
almost as long as non-trusting.

leaf by leaf by leaf
they fall from my heart,
like a tree in its own time.

old wounds don’t heal quickly,
they drop in despairing slowness,
never looking at the clock.

it seems a forever process,
this healing of the hurt,
and I am none too patient.

but a quiet day finally comes
when the old tree with no leaves
is decidedly ready for the new.

and in my waiting heart, the branches with no leaves
have just a hint of green.

Falling Leaves

My Guardian Dear

IMG_5398SoulCollage® by Susan Heffron Hajec

Angel of God, my Guardian dear
To whom God’s love
commits me here.
Ever this day, be at my side
To light, to guard
To rule and guide. Amen

I say this prayer each morning for Tom and myself, our children and grandchildren and place trust in the scripture that says, “For I have sent an angel to watch over you and guide you in your ways”  and I expand this prayer to include all those who have asked for prayer or are presently facing challenges of any kind in their life.

Today, Napkinwriter copies a reading from an essay posted in the October 2014 Magnificat for Thursday, October 2, the Feast of the Holy Guardian Angels. It is the same day that Catholic Charities Caring Network celebrated twenty-five years of work dedicated to the unborn babies, mothers and ongoing family needs in the Kalamazoo area.

And it is the day that the newly formed Prayer Place was dedicated and blessed by the bishop and begins its prayer ministry for all who need guidance and support in their lives and responsibilities toward the young life that has been placed in their care.

Prayer Place Image

I believe the light of the angels shone upon us that day, for when I took the photo of the blessing, it was a dark and dreary day, just holding off the rain. Yet the light shone brightly upon Fran Denny, the founding director of Catholic Charities and Julia and William VanDomelen, who created the VanDomelen Center to house the charitable works and services that help so many.

The Bishop's Blessing

The writer of the following essay is Jennifer Hubbard. She resides in Newtown, CT. The younger of her two children, Catherine Violet, was a victim of the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting, on December 14, 2012.  The news was just breaking on television while Tom and I were having his birthday luncheon celebration.

Jennifer writes:

” ‘Angel of God, my guardian dear…’ I watch as his eyes light up for what feels like the first time in a very long time. He interupts her, saying, “That’s what my Pop said when he tucked us in.”

Instantly, I am taken back to the summer when they all shared the same bedroom. As he finishes the prayer, it’s their voices I hear alongside his. ‘…to whom God’s love commits me here. Ever this day, be at my side, to light to guard, to rule and guide.’

It was the prayer my father taught us as children and now he was teaching my children. It is one of the simple prayers planted deep into the crevices of my soul.

Now, my brave little one says it to remember that he is not alone. I say it with him, and realize these are the words I have been searching for but couldn’t seem to find. The prayer we recite together is the divine insight for which I have been pleading. It is only then I realize the reason we are given this promise as children. It is the heart of a child that is willing to accept unconditionally. A child — truly opens to receive — to believe — to feel, deep within her heart, the truth.

This is the promise that grows in my soul, even when the days seem dark and my body is weary. It is the everlasting reminder. I am his child.  He will guide and protect me. He is my Father and my Shepherd. He will light my path and bring me home to the little voice I long to hear.”

- End of Jennifer’s Essay -

Clients at Caring Network are filling out prayer requests in the lobby and putting them in the Prayer Place Mail Box.  During our Monday and Wednesday noon hour small group prayer where “two or three are gathered in my name, there am I in the midst of them”,  we pick up these intention slips and pray for each request.

If they are signed, they are returned to the requester through their social service worker with notes on them that they have been prayed for. We trust God, in the midst, will bestow his blessing to make all things work onto good. We place our faith in the promise that to ask, believing we have received, will bring about goodness in what are often scary and threatening situations.

Above all, we know that faith, as tiny as a mustard seed, can bring about a full, joyful harvest. For all these things, we pray.

And during my Wednesday time tomorrow, I will add a prayer intention slip for Jennifer Hubbard, her husband and child, that God, in his infinite mercy, will bless them mightily through their lives and bring them to once again complete union with Catherine Violet, at the end of their days on earth.

IMG_5403Praying in color.

Seeing Forever

Clear Day See Forever

“On a clear day, you can see forever…..”  That little ditty has been singing its tune to me all day.

We are having a sparkly, clear October autumn day here in southwest Michigan. Can a clear atmosphere in front of your nose sparkle? It seems like it is doing that today, as the fall colors arrive on the trees.

From the outset this morning on the drive up Riverview to St. Ambrose, it seemed like the clear blue atmosphere was dipping down and trying to reach right through the front windshield to touch us.

And it stayed that way, as I returned from a visit to St. Mary parish to spread the good news about the newly formed Prayer Place at Catholic Charities Caring Network and invited pray-ers to come down and join us throughout the week.

Adding to the twenty five years of corporal works of mercy, help, understanding and companionship to young teen mothers and their babies, comes this “space” where prayer is invited to pour over the people and the situations that can “find a way” through Christ who is the Way.

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For where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I in the midst of them.  Matt: 18:20.  The invitation is open to drop in during agency hours Monday through Friday and have an individual prayer time. Then from noon – 1 PM on Monday and Wednesday, we will assure “two or three” together in this prayer space.  Prayer intentions come to us, filled out by the clients and staff and put in the prayer “mail-box” in the lobby — there you go,  Off to God!

So this afternoon, returning from this information mission, the clear, bright atmosphere danced once again right in front of me…so crystal clear….so NOW!  It was like it was saying to me, be where you are…..RIGHT NOW, there is no place better.

The past couple of weeks I have not been in that space. I’ve been in a thought and emotion fog, and one that certainly distorted my vision.  It was more like the first photo I just took to explain the brightness of the day.  The camera lens, unbeknown to me, was turned on an “eclipsed” symbol and it turned out like this:

Clear Day eclipsed

That’s what my thinking, doubts and fears have done to my vision in the last few days. But St Paul’s message to the Philippians today set the lens of my thought to the correct setting.

Brothers and sisters, I know how to live in humble circumstances; I know how to live with abundance. In every circumstance and in all things I have learned the secret….of living in abundance and of being in need. I can do all things in him who strengthens me.” Phil. 4:12-14

Ok! So the grocery budget’s been tight lately.  But there is a banquet of life set before us of which I can partake when I can see clearly the Giver of all gifts.

I can see clearly now, the rain has gone. I can see (most) obstacles in my way.

And clearly right in front of me now is a roast chicken to take from the oven, which will provide many meals worth of good eating and a home made pot of chicken noodle soup.

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Spirit Lead Me

 

Kathleen - in charge of Jesus Christ Superstar

Looking through the poetry of Hafiz today, I found the name of a great play. BEHOLD YOUR SELF!

As I read the lines of the poems, photograph images I had taken popped up in every line.  I have combined Hafiz’ poetry with my photography for this blog.

BEHOLD YOUR SELF
by Hafiz

“Hints of your beauty the mountains have.

Swiss Alps  church

The enchanting complexions of the coral reefs are pale

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to a golden candle in our heart.

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What moves in any ocean moves through us.

Waves crashing

A thousand kinds of music play every hour that you orchestrate.

Kathleen - in charge of Jesus Christ Superstar

Let the next ticket you buy help seat you in front of….your soul.

RAKU - Peace Lady Raku by Sue

Photography credits:  Susan Heffron Hajec, Music director in blue lights; Alps mountains,  burning candle, peace lady mask sculpture created by Susan.

Internet stock,  Coral reef.

Christine Whitelaw, dadirridreaming7, (c)  ocean waves crashing off Australian coast.

 

Morning Glory

Morning GloryPhoto by Agnes Cairnes

 

Morning Glory
by Susan Heffron Hajec

The breath of dawn gives birth
to the day reflecting the lavish expression
and perfect personality of God.

Kisses of dew drops hug
the trillium carpets which bloom
in the hills, hollows and valleys
of God’s precious fields.

Migrating birds, a mantle of lace, float
with romantic grace across the ridges and valleys.
Jubilant fields awaken and jump for joy
as the rising sun tiptoes above the horizon.

My heart beckons me into this bountiful orchard
and amidst sparkling streams and waterfalls
I find the radiant beauty of your Presence.
My thankful voice forms a garden arch of praise
and I sing of your Glory.

For the crisp air of this Heaven on earth
speaks sacred sounds of sun-filled serenity.
And in these meadows and hollows,
I find you, my God,
and I celebrate this precious moment.

Yes, you are here in blossoming vistas of grandeur
and today, amidst the mountain laurel
and whispering wildflowers I realize
I am one with all good.

 

Morning Glory - LindaPhoto by Linda Wilson

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