Posted in creative writing,, Poetry, tagged butterfly, prayer, Virgin Islands on July 17, 2017| Leave a Comment »
Butterfly Prayer
Susan Heffron Hajec
In a star-filled Virgin Island sky
Souljourner’s voice
sends out a Divine Spark
of love and gentleness
across the calm blue-green waters.
A living prayer of protection
and passion transforms
the holy monk’s confined walls
to golden vibrations
of worldwide peace.
They seek
the cry of the wolf
and sooth the ancestor’s
pleas of long ago.
Posted in Napkinwriter, Poetry, tagged God, Hafiz, unforgiveness on May 17, 2017| Leave a Comment »
I am sharing my enjoyment this morning of two more perspectives on God, boats and laughter written in the poetry of Hafiz.
“Two Giant Fat People
By Hafiz
God and I have become like two giant fat people living in a tiny boat;
we keep bumping into each other and
l
a
u
g
h
i
n
g
.”
“Barely One You Wish To Harm
by Hafiz
There are only so many people you can carry in your small boat before their weight sinks you.
A hundred you can carry whom you love. But barely one you wish to harm.”
Poetry from: A Year With Hafiz Daily Contemplations by Daniel Ladinsky
Photography by Rebecca Emmons Lambert
Posted in Napkinwriter, Poetry, SoulCollage(R), tagged ancestors, butterflies, prayer on April 4, 2017| Leave a Comment »
Butterfly Prayer
Susan Heffron Hajec
In a star-filled Jamaican sky
Souljourner’s voice
sends out a Divine Spark
of love and gentleness
across the calm waters.
A living prayer of protection
and passion transforms
the holy monk’s confined walls
to golden vibrations
of worldwide peace.
They seek
the cry of the wolf
and soothe the ancestor’s
pleas of long ago.
SoulCollage(R) by Susan Heffron Hajec
Posted in Cosmic Universe, creative writing, Poetry, tagged Harvest Moon, Super Moon, Wildwood on November 15, 2016| Leave a Comment »
Harvest Moon Rising
Susan Heffron Hajec
A shimmering moon came down
from the sky
and touched her soft earth
in the Wildwood.
“Will you take a ride with me?”
asked the moon, gentle and soft.
Intrigued by this lunar visit, she sat herself
in the welcoming center womb
of the moon and it rose
once again into the high reaches
of the swirling color creations
of her moon-lit sky with no ceiling.
“Where are we going?” she inquired
as stars, like lightening bugs, flicked
all around her.
“To your harvest,” replied the November moon
as the horizon widened below her.
She looked down and she saw millions
of seeds of her love, planted over the varied
seasons of her life span.
They had fallen deep into the soil, seeking
both the heat of the earth’s center
and the touch of the sun above.
And risen to the surface were bountiful fruits,
many of which were random and scattered —
unplanned, spontaneous seedlings —
some, such a simple seed as to have been
forgotten by her.
Now, they spread across the Wildwood,
seeping out into the wider world and
enriching and abundant for all that they touched.
She, the author of kindness and creation,
relaxed by the kaleidoscope of color-filled purpose,
breathed into the movement of Harvest Moon
and now, opened even more
to the discovery found in journey.
Posted in Poetry, Thoughts in Passing, tagged farewell, gifts, leaving on October 14, 2016| Leave a Comment »
Dipping again into my journals again. This one from 1997
Lists
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.
Posted in creative writing,, Napkinwriter, Poetry, tagged human and divine, secrets, yearnings on October 8, 2016| 1 Comment »
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.
Posted in Friendship, Poetry, tagged Lucretia, married love, til death do us part on September 15, 2016| Leave a Comment »
Lucretia’s Poem
Susan Heffron Hajec
She is the one.
She is one who has traveled
to be with friend.
She is one who opens
to grace in the day.
She is one who lives the grief
of her earthly loss of her love partner
who has traveled on.
She is the one.
She is one whose curiosity awakens
the glory of God in her surroundings
inside and in the landscapes of land and sea.
She is one who hears happiness and remembrance
in songs of long ago that touched her heart and spirit.
She is one whose girlish giggle
fits her womanly presence.
She is one who sight of tulips
brings instant connection to her love.
She is the one.
She is the one who laughs, sees, and
both understands, yet questions
The many mysteries of life and death
love and loss, family ties and
The sacredness of ancestor roots,
and spiritual truths and traditions
passed down through generations.
She is the One.
