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.

Lists and Leaving


Dipping again into my journals again. This one from 1997


I Am a friend.
I Am a wondrous woman.
I Am Truth Seeker.
I Am Peacemaker.
I Am Love Giver.
I Am writer.
I Am traveler.
I Am teacher.
I Am Spirit-guided.

I am not possessive.
I am not a secretary.
I am not angry with my brother.
I am not a social butterfly.
I am not a step-daughter.
I am a daughter.

I would like to be an author
with a published book.
I would like to be a person
with a healthy heart and managed weight.
I would like to be someone
who travels around much of the world
with my beloved Tom.

I seek and I learn.
I smile and I listen.
I see light in my elders’ eyes.
I write and people respond.
I laugh in joy and I cry in sorrow.
I pray and receive healing for myself and others.
I take care of me and I am provided for.

I am One with others.
I am happy and I connect with other people.
I know there is Divinity in all.
And knowing that
makes my world
a very good place to be.


Aug. 28, 1997   (From Skidmore IWWG summer Writing Conference
Parting is such sweet sorrow, and we’ve done it many times.

Upon leaving this house…..

I take with me
the deep green freshness of the towering pines
the open window to the stars exclaiming
their wonder in the cool black skies
the sweet melodious songs of the birds
perched amid the pine branches
the landscaped blessed with the deep pine green
on a blanket of freshly new-fallen glistening white snow.
I take with me the hallway-formed pine trail
that my collie Bleu and I walked together
on sunny, crisp colorful days, or with raindrops
protected from reaching us under the protective
arch of the pine trees
much like a chapel visit by an aging dog and his human.
I leave him buried here among the pines where
his spirit runs free.
Beloved dog, wondrous woman graced by his being,
precious, furry, friendly  gift in my life.






“I felt in need of a great pilgrimage
so I sat still for three

and God came
to me. “

How do I invite Spirit? Are there new ways I’d like to try?

I would like to live in and be aware of my innate holiness,
to rest in this space
of love and wholeness

to feel  gratitude for all I’ve been given
and to deepen my capacity
to hold love and faith.


I need to say to Fear, Limitation and Doubt


When I recognize them,  I will surround them with my open, loving heart. I will allow them the space to be. And when they wish to leave, “these enemies of ego” as author Joyce Rupp calls them will STOMP ON OUT.

I will release the attitudes I need to release to change the results I am getting.

From:  my personal journal,  “My Life Pages, a companion to The Lotus and the Lily.

Janet Conner - Soul Writing

Mandala of Hope

I am taking care of some things in my Creativity Room and I came across a message I once heard and wrote down. Here it is from five years ago:

“You are a gentle channel of peace. I have branded you and seared you with the fire of the Holy Spirit. Just like the rain outside and the song you love in church, you:

Rain down, rain down, rain down God’s love on God’s people.
Rain down, rain down, rain down God’s love in your heart.

The earth is parched with loneliness and pain and you feel that pain in yourself and others. It is the Oneness in your message that has always healed your pain and that message is not yours to keep.

People are wanting to be drenched in that message and you are to go out and play in the puddles of my love and splash them up upon my people. You are afraid of being a prophet by your message is not prophesy. Your message is about what is. People don’t need to know about the future. They suffer because they do not know the present — which is where I Am in their lives.

This is where their joy and Truth are. This is what I have taught you and you have learned it. This is the rain of beauty that can soak into others’ lives through who you are.  Choose in love. I Am there. This will be fine.


From: my Writing Down Your Soul Journal — 2011


Secret Things



Secret Things (from Day 17 – Archetypes of the Creative)
by Susan Heffron Hajec

She holds secret things
holy and alone.
Things of long ago
as she creates anew
on each new sunrise blessing
of a life gifted to her.
Human, yet divine
are the connections she feels.
Lost and found in her
own tiny soul.

Sacred things held dear,
held precious
within a silent yearning….
for what
…for what?

Secret yearnings
in grace-filled moments
nearing expression
coming oh so close.
coaxes heart to open wider
breathe deeper.

Those secret things
bubble to the surface
and she is with them
in the sun’s light and warmth
briefly —
then they disappear to the depths
once more
to be awakened again
…when enough love is present.

Peace Be

CHAKRA - 6th Chakra - Turtle  Third Eye

“God is not a God of disorder but of peace.” 1 Corinth 14:33

To have a winning team, it takes the willingness and cooperation of individuals working together in orderly strategies and the expression of their talents. Great concert halls fill with the results of musicians dedicated to the discipline of practice and harmony with all other instruments for the appreciation and inspiration of the audience.

Chemistry was a hard subject for me to learn in high school. I did not pursue many chemistry classes in college. But in biology and later in the study of nutrition, I was fascinated by all the intricate parts of our body digestive and other systems to make our physical body one of order.

By the 1990s, medical physicians and health care professionals were speaking and writing openly of “life-style” diseases such as heart disease, diabetes type 2 and cancer. They meant that while we may have some predisposition to these diseases through genetics and heredity, they were also just as likely to have some seeds in the choices we made in life. By the new millennium of 2000, we were made pretty aware of the “dirorder poor lifestyle choices could lead to. Improved recovery and prevention rates kept increasing as we set about putting accountability and order in our lives.

Bloom where planted

But what can we say about the disorder and violence and displacements of people through weather tragedies hurricanes, floods, tornadoes or violent wind and snow storms? There again, throughout world history, each and every region has suffered wars and the atrocities of cruel and horrendous murderous actions and revengeful retaliations. When we view this or personally suffer the loss and destruction, the human spirit cries out to stop the disorder and injustices.

We posses God’s wholly sufficient Divine Presence within us at all times.. So we are not a people of disorder but instead, a people of peace. Peace is having faith in the order of all things and looking beyond the apparent disorder of world event, toxic relationships, insanity or financial devastation that corrupts and unsettles our lives. Looking beyond is not ignoring these things. It means very much that we are aware of them and we seek the solutions to them in a “peace that surpasses all understanding.”

Does this peace mean no pain? No. Does it mean the acceptance of suffering, physical or otherwise? Maybe Does it mean loss? On a human level, most likely. But to have peace constitutes having hope without answers at the present time, while we hold to a belief in our God as a God of order.

We can do this.  Peace Be.

backyard sunset

Quiet, Please


It is not quiet enough in my life to hear the things I want to say. There is a level of quietness when words, thoughts and ideas rush in like unending ocean waves rolling onto the sandy beach.

Yet, before I can catch them in my pail or collect them like unique and individual sea shells left upon the sand, the tide of daytime with its noise, duties and distractions sends the messages swirling back out to sea.

And I get trapped in the undertow, fearing once more that what is mine to co-create is lost in the vast ocean with only a little hope that perhaps it may visit me again at another time, in another place, on some distant stretch of quiet seashore.