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We recently witnessed the passing of one of our presidents, George Herbert Walker Bush. With that passing, the honor and respect of a full military funeral was given to him and many of us watched the progression of the rituals and the mourning of his family and the citizens of our country.

Along the way, people spoke of his accomplishments politically, in the military, and in his family life.  Two things rose to the top and were mentioned over and over again: that he listened–really listened–to who ever was speaking to him. Much to be admired. And that he wrote so many personal notes to so many people throughout his life.

Sad to say texts and abbreviated words now comprise the most common form of communication. I have always been a letter writer and a note and card giver. I know these were loved to be received. I still do this, just not as often.

When I taught Write Now! writing workshops, I headed off any fear the writers might have had by telling them that they would write what they heard coming from their heart; the words would flow down their arm, through their fingertips, into the writing pen or pencil and out onto the paper.

And their words did.

There is an intimacy and genuineness in this simple act of note-writing. It is a treat to both the writer and the recipient.

 

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This is a big week for me regarding  SoulCollage®. This Saturday, I am attending a SoulCollage® )  cardmaking session at the Lexington Library East, near my home. This is the first gathering I’ve had since moving from Michigan. I am looking forward to meeting new SoulCollagers in my area.

Also, Anne Marie Bennett, facilitator extraordinaire,  from Kaleidosoul accepted a feature write up on me as one of Kaleidosoul’s Friends. I thank her and what I submitted to her is written below.

SOUL TREASURES, NOV. 12 –   Anne Marie Bennett

Soul Friends
The Voice of a Different Kindred Spirit Each Week

Susan Heffron Hajec
Truth Seeker, Peace Maker, Love Giver
Lexington, Kentucky

I am a grandmother, mother, wife, writer, and integrative holistic health healer who is passionate about writing creative non-fiction and poetry. I write a blog at Napkin Writer and my Souljourner at-Large SoulCollage® site is here.

I wear a tank top that says just one more chapter. That fits me well, whether it pertains to reading or writing. Jesus, in the Christian scriptures, tells us to “be in this world, yet not of this world.” Aha! All my life, that has been a dilemma. To learn how to do that and stay present is one heck of a learning curve.

Around my sixty-eighth year of human life—along came SoulCollage®. What a gift! I do not remember what brought me to Catherine Anderson’s website, but I was amused that when I found it, I had just moved a short distance away from Charlotte, NC. I really had no idea what SoulCollage® was, but my inner essence plagued me until I signed up for an Intro class in 2011. This, now, required a road trip from Michigan back to NC. Meeting Catherine and SoulCollage® for the first time, and being in her sacred home studio, led instantly to my falling in love with this wisdom practice of creativity.

I repeated the trip two years later and became a SoulCollage® facilitator on August 11, 2013. now having a sizable deck of my own. The practice was simple enough. Take the time to sit down with a few magazines, let images choose me (and they always, always did), collage them on my card, and let them reveal my inner knowing through the universal prompts, starting with… I am One who….

What I liked immediately about SoulCollage® was how awesome our cards were by our simple, random image selection. What I liked best in gatherings was seeing the faces of those who had created them and feeling the sacred respect that falls upon the group. The message each one gains is an incredible manifestation of wisdom.

It is beautiful to be in a group of strangers who experience SoulCollage® together and leave with a heightened sense of inclusiveness, even if we don’t see one another again. It is even better, when a core group forms and wants to continue meeting together, under the guidance of a trained facilitator.

I have moved often and yearned for new people to share this with. I find it lonely when I do not have a SoulCollage® group near me. I hate when I have to leave a seasoned group behind. But I grow in this practice by what is offered on the Internet. I keep in touch with Deborah Storts, in Germany, who trained with me. I found Anne Marie Bennett and KaleidoSoul and met other leaders through her generous work and dedication. I studied with Karen Mann, when she was in Australia, combining Faster EFT (Emotional Freedom Tapping) with SoulCollage® and I surf the SoulCollage® Facilitator site.

To the question, “what would you grab to take with you in case of a fire,” I would answer: “My purse and two heavy boxes (probably three soon) of my SoulCollage® card deck.”

Here are two cards I’d like to share with you today:

 

Child of the Universe
Council Suit

I am One who is a child of the Universe and feels connected to all time.
What I want you to know is this is your time to be here, ignited by the fires of goddess Kali and tempered by the ice of snow-capped mountains.
You are a powerful presence of good in the world.

SoulCollage® Mentor
Community Suit

I am One who helped you discover the beauty and meaning of SoulCollage® in my studio in Charlotte, North Carolina.
My gift to you is my calm presence in your practice of and facilitation of SoulCollage®.
I invite images to support you on your path and I join you in finding joy in the labyrinth travels of your life.

SoulCollage®

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I am grateful to be a Reiki Master of the Usui System of Natural Healing.

Today, as I do most days, I am practicing the Five Reiki Healing Principles:

  1.  Just for today, I release all worry
  2. Just for today, I release all anger.
  3. Just for today, I live my life on purpose and with integrity.
  4. Just for today,  I  honor every living thing.
  5. Just for today, I show my gratitude for all my many blessings.

May the blessings of Almighty God rain down upon you from heaven, showering you with all good things.

 

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Secret Things (From Day 17- Archetypes of the Creative – Found Poem
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.

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I am adding pages to my Souljourner at-Large website and looking for new ways to draw people’s attention to it.

http://www.susanheffronhajec.com

In particular, my intention for 2018, besides the writing and publishing of my memoir, is to develop and maintain small group gatherings that will continue to share the practice of SoulCollage and spread the knowledge of the natural healing method of Reiki.

I will also be adding an Author Page,  Write!Now  and an Island of Silence contemplative practice page for the enrichment of the quiet, inner life….one person at a time….for peace in our world.

 

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It is Monday morning, September 11, 2017 and Hurricane Irma, with devastating power, has torn across the Carribbean  islands, leaving wide wreckage in its path, then winding northward between Cuba and the Bahamas now has made landfall in seven different places on the Florida coast.

The sounds and force of the blowing plus one hundred miles per hour winds and the sights of the surge out to sea and back in again play across the television screens of all of those not knocked out of electrical power in the effected areas.

Hurricane Irma cuts a wide path of destruction across the entire peninsula as her Cat 5 rating lowers to a 2 and then as a 1. Then the tropical storm heads into the Southeastern states with plenty of wind and rain left to cause havoc to residents along the way.

The sounds and images of this traveling disaster that are imprinted upon me, one who resides outside the danger area, are the human sounds and sights of help and consideration. Everywhere in the physical areas awaiting the storm, officials took charge and put their Disaster Plan into effect and kept their number 1 priority the safety of its citizens. Even with warnings that went ignored by some at their own peril, their directives were largely heeded by the majority of Floridians.

Individuals and families prepared their physical properties as well as they could and followed the evacuation orders or shelter in place so as to save life and limb. Gas and oil companies, so often maligned, did everything they could to keep gas flowing for those travelers who had to leave precious belongings behind but take the only thing that really mattered out of harm’s way — their own lives.

People out of the danger areas offered up space in their own homes so the journey would not be so far for those with homes in flood zones. Out of State friends and family of Florida residents, if they could do no other, kept the highest good for their beloved ones in the top of their minds and hearts and offered what they could in support by prayer, monetary and durable goods to “flood” into the area that would have great needs over the next few weeks.

THESE ARE GOOD SIGHTS AND SOUNDS IN THE FACE OF HIGH IMMINENT DANGER.

This is humanity choosing to move forward each day, confident that somewhere within themselves they have the RESOURCES  and ABILITY to express life, love, wisdom and even the seed of divinity.

“This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.” Ps. 118:24  Well, maybe we don’t rejoice IN the day that brings hardship, sorrow and trouble, but we reside IN the day with a spirit that is summed up in the Serenity Prayer:

Grant me the Serenity
to accept the things I cannot change.
To change the things I can
and the Wisdom to know the difference.

There were many people in Florida embodying that short statement and still are.

And all God’s creatures.

 

And one mayor said,  “How can you help us?…Prayer is not the last thing, it is the FIRST!”

A friend told me this morning that she was recently in NYC and had seen and been deeply affected by the 9/11 Memorial. Today is sixteen years after the unspeakable horror of the attack on 9/11/2001.  She wrote this interesting observation:

“I’m guessing all of us remember were we were when we heard about these events of that day and how that morning turned quickly from the everyday, common tasks to grief and fear and so many other emotions. Why is it that we don’t realize the significance and beauty of ordinary things until those things are threatened or taken away?”

I ask myself that same question, realizing how the ordinary can blind us to its beauty and truth.

I learned in my childhood faith that a man who knew himself as Divine — Jesus — told us in many different ways, “I came so that you may have life, and have it more abundantly.”

I still believe that today, as a well-travelled spiritual seeker of truth, peace and love and elder  citizen.  Only I recognize that I don’t always know or acknowledge what and where my true abundance is.

I think the it is, for some reason, more visible in a time of danger and need. Can we carry this truth, peace and love on into our ordinary days ahead, once we have been restored to the normal in our lives and the disarray of our political system.

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“If I had been there, Jesus, I would have helped you. I would have told those soldiers you did nothing wrong. I would have demanded Pilate to let you go. I would have wiped Mary’s tears and I would have helped you carry your cross.” But I was not there. I am only remembering what happened over 2,000 years ago.”

Our nine year old granddaughter read words like these during the Living Stations of the Cross elementary school drama on Good Friday.

This morning, we awake to Holy Saturday. All is quiet after the tumult, suffering and despair of the last two days. As redeeming as the wondrous feast of Easter Sunday is with its uplifting power to wandering souls, Holy Saturday is the day that gives me pause and brings mindfulness to me spread over the day as to what exactly did happen on the day before.

God or man? Jesus, who had been among the Jews and Gentiles peacefully and with a message of total love and forgiveness has been put to death in the most cruel way ever devised by mankind.

Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.”

 


Now morning has broken. Now, Mary, Peter, John,  Mary Magdalene and the crowds who followed him, saw his miracles, listened to his message and heard his promise of life everlasting must be stunned. Mary, turning over in her heart that this is the babe she bore who was the Promised One. Peter, left to lead his flock. John, his beloved, torn in grief and loss.  Others ripped apart by the shear terror and killing spirit of the Roman soldiers and powers to be, along with the religious hierarchy who were threatened by his words and his presence.

But they must have been thinking, this could not be. He has left. He has abandoned us and he told us he would not do that.



Hush quiet. There must be something we do not know. There must be strength coming from someplace we do not know. For we have none. We are broken and invisibly crucified with him. We do not know the way. We do not see the light.

We have tended and cleaned his tender, beaten body. we have wrapped him in a clean linen, we have laid him in the tomb. Our tears as well as the large stone rolled in front of the sacred space seal it closed.

Closed. Put apart from. Abandoned. Alone. Loss. Confusion. Anguish. Lacking the ability to go on. Afraid of the authorities. We followed him. They will come after us. We will hide.

Until…….he walks with us again.

And that won’t be very long from now. But for today, Holy Saturday, we do not know that.

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