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The world breaks
broken places
shattered mirrors
to reflect what is neglected
in dark corners.

My efforts are needed
i will turn to meet my destiny
reflected in shattered mirrors.

Unmolded clay
in my hand
nourishes new life.

The world breaks
I am a humble artist
molding my earthly clod.

Prayerful hands

i will trust to love.

Several years ago, I was grateful for the opportunity to return to a weekend workshop at Skidmore College in Saratoga Springs, NY and be with my artist sisters of WWAM  (Women Writers and Artists Matrix). A loving, powerful, far-seeing community of good living and loving in the world.

In one of the workshops, we played with broken pieces of glass added to a collage we made on a trypearche.  Color, fabric shapes and designs and paint went on the surface.

Then we added the lines of a poem, selected from many she handed…

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Napkinwriter

Trust to Love

Shattered Mirrors

By Susan Heffron Hajec, inspired from
Mimi Foyle,’s Shattered Mirrors

I will turn to meet my destiny,
reflected in shattered mirrors.
The world breaks
My effort is needed.

I am a humble artist
with prayerful hands
I nourish new life.

In dark corners,
unmolded clay in my hand
in broken places
molding my earthly clod
to reflect what is neglected.

I will trust to love.

Hello Napkinwriter readers. Well just a few moments ago, my blog was shattered…..I typed “glog”. That’s what I feel like now. I had expressed in the first “blank” issue of this, how many ways this workshop experience at WWAM from artist/writer Kittie Bintz had excited me.  Now, I am left looking in a seeminly empty draft land to come up with my version.

Recently on MeetUp, I joined a WordPress group and missed the first meeting. This is one of the first things…

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Unprecendented

“Social Distancing” is a new vocabulary word that needs to be added to Webster’s dictionary. The empty bench above is now a familiar sight of Spring 2020. The world-wide spread of Coronavirus has brought “unprecidented”  changes in our American way of life. We are now entering into a second and third week of staying apart from one another, six feet is what is recommended, and no gatherings of large groups of ten or more. Now it is even less than that. It is a matter of isolating in your own home.

Businesses have closed, all large events with audiences cancelled or postponed to some future unknown event. Sports seasons, cancelled, or upbruptly ended. March Madness fused into March frustration as a favorite spectator yearly event fizzled down the tubes. The World Summer Olympics has been postponed until 2021, the first Olympic games to be held in an odd-numbered year. Spring American League baseball never held practice or got started. Baseball diamonds are empty.

Schools have closed. Some won’t reopen the rest of this school year. Others think they may go back in May. The Federal Government has shuttered businesses, big corporations and all mom and pop small businesses. We have been asked to “Shelter in Place.”

Unprecedented. That is what we are living now. The pandemic Coronavirus has stopped our life patterns. COVID-19. This is not an inspiring post. It is just a place-holder for what is happening in America and around the world in March 2020. The virus started in China and was reported to WHO too late to stop the spread and now whole countries and continents are experiencing its rapid spread. It is like a viral respiratory flu and the elderly are especially susceptible to the illness and death.

President Trump issued a 15 day isolation phase as the CDC and WHO work  a plan to stops its rapid advance. Millions of people are out of jobs and small businesses threatened by uncertainty of surviving.

In Kentucky, the new governor, Andy Bashear has been very aggressive in clamping down and insisting on citizens’ isolation. Closing playgrounds and taking the hoops out of public basketball courts, backed by new mayor, Linda Gorton.

While the cases are still growing throughout the states, NYC and California and the state of Washington are hardest hit. President Trump is trying to get enough information to begin a safe start up back to business around Easter time which is two weeks out. On Friday, March 27, the US Senate and Congress passed a 2.5 trillion “UNPRECENDENTED” Economic stimulus bill aimed at large corporation, small business and individual citizens out of work to put a band aid on the harm that has been caused, both physically and economically.

We are all wanting this to end and return to life before this struck.

 

 

Just a Little Slice of Life
October 19, 2016 by napkinwriter

I had a beautiful photograph of the door on the 2016 blog post, but I am barred from adding photos to my blog recently. Have to check that out with Admin. But the story is still true and current in our feelings. 

We have moved and lived in a lot of houses over the years. Our home in Newton, NC had the prettiest front door we have ever had. It was built by a man, who lived across the street from us, and he and his wife became our good friends, Terry and Judy Rhead. Neighbor friends on our other side of us Lois and Jim, — the six of us were a little neighborhood in our own. Terry and Judy’s back yard looked like an English garden. None of us are in that neighborhood anymore. Jim and Lois moved back to Jim’s home town of Cleveland Ohio where he passed from cancer. Terry and Judy are back in Terry’s homeland of Wales. We hope to visit them there one day. And Lois moved back to her home in Upper State NY where she carries on ministry work and tells the next best joke she knows. What a nice little slice of life that was for us.
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March 14, 2020

Judy just wrote this note.

Sue this is so lovely. I have just found it. Terry sends his love to both. We hope you are both well.
Love and best wishes,
Judy

Napkinwriter   March 14, 2020
I responded:

Judy, how sweet to see this now in the time that travel can’t happen. Yet we know our hearts stay young for special friends at special times in our lives.

 

Just For Today

Just for today, I release all worry.
Just for today, I release all anger.
Just for today, I live this day in integrity, doing what is mine to do.
Just for today, I honor every living thing.
Just for today, I show gratitude for all my many blessings.
Thank you, Universe, for my life.

The first five are The Reiki Principles, the last one is an add-on thank you.

I am a Reiki Master, and I find Reiki to be a centering peace in my life. I attune others to receive the blessings of Reiki and I practice healing and balance for others with Reiki.

If our present world circumstances are causing a high level of anxiety for you, I give you this gift of the 5 Principles of Healing Reiki. If you incorporate them into any quiet time you take for yourself, you can experience a grounding influence and the perspective of just living in this day — not the unknown picture down the road. I promise you, the repetition of these five principles will support you and companion you on a day by day basis.

A Pause in the Air

 

The loss of Kolbe Bryant is so sad on the sports scene where he excelled. A family life with those loved left behind. A rough road ahead, no doubt to lose husband and daughter and children to lose their father and sister.

It sounds like before the crash, they had a delay “in the air” while fog could clear or safe routes could be found. It amounted to fifteen minutes, at least. Tom and I experienced that kind of “in the air” delay on a flying adventure we undertook in the Hawaiian Islands.

 

 

On our 40th anniversary, the very date of June 19, Tom wanted to celebrate with a helicopter ride on Maui and we did so, boarding a two seater, right behind the pilot flying machine and away we went in perfect weather. He flew us back into the green valleys and hills to see beautiful interior tall waterfalls you could not get to by foot. He intended to fly us over the top of Mt. Haleakula.

But a breeze came up and he had to turn back. Flying back into the valley, the breeze turned to wind and the wind turned to rain storm that began swaying the helicopter sideways and tilted. The pilot had to mount height to get up and over a low mountain top (like the one that always opened in M*A*S*H) and he had his hands full, radioing what his attempts were and what he could/could not try — we heard it all (I was into my Hail Mary’s). He told us to stay quiet and was a wonderful pilot that finally pulled up over the ridge and headed out to follow the water’s edge back to the airport.

That night, we feasted and enjoyed the best lulau food and entertainment in Hawaii, and were called down to dance under the stars (feet on the ground) to celebrate with others who had anniversaries. The gift of grace as we continued life through our 50th coming up on our 55th this year in a few months.

I realize the news will be endless about the professional star Kobe was. My thoughts and prayers are with his young widow and mother of two other now fatherless daughters. God bless them one and all.

The Wonder of It All

 

“Ask the animals, and they will teach you. Ask the birds of the sky, and they will tell you. Speak to the earth, and it will instruct you. Let the fish of the sea speak to you. They all know that the Lord has done this. For the life of every living thing is in his hand.”
Job 12:7-10
There is no lack of wonders; only a lack of wonder.

I admit it. I am lost in the wonder of it all. Well, maybe not lost, but having a very good time wandering around. Writing my memoir, exploring watercolor; keeping focus on my spiritual path; learning from masters; taking a new step everyday.

It feels wonderful to enter into 2020 knowing I have completed a manuscript for my memoir, Journey Girl, Steps in Secrets and Sanctuary. 

I feel a wonderful release to come to the watercolor paper and putting some shapes, lines, texture, and color on it to see what together, the paper and I, can co-create.

It is breathtaking to be really looking into the God-created nature around me and right under my feet. I can write about or create an image of what is the handiwork of the Great Artist who made all. I can deepen my spiritual center by Lectio Divina, and listening to the written word given us. I can make a Quest Circle and enter the traveling community on-line to process, through art, what is my daily reality.

I can breath easily and freely.

 

It is stabalizing to me to have a room dedicated to the work and the wonder of words and art.

I am so thankful to all those who have helped me find and explore the wonders of this literary and artfilled path;  Janet Conner, JoAnn Deck, Cat Caracelo, Angela Fehr, Carla Sonheim, Mary Gilkerson, Christine Valters Paintner,  Karen and Robert Gifford, Betty Lue Lieber and Robert Walton,  Catherine Anderson, Diana Marra,  Anita Lehman, to name the ones I am most connected to. There are others.

It is a wonderful start to 2020.