Study the Universe with open eyes…


 

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In anticipation of journeys end the soul shrouds itself in love as it travels through the rampant winds of unknown tomorrows aware of paths leading into happiness or sorrow.
Created within a universe filled with mystery, if life beyond the grave is what we believe why in death do we grieve? As children, our lives are open to the wisdom of those who would be our caretakers; we have faith that they are wise decision makers.
If we believe that our souls descended from that mysterious place beyond the universe created by a loving entity; then must we accept as truth the promise that love will surround us for all eternity?
We struggle as young adults to find our way through life while it is someone else’s beliefs that we are taught to disagree we soon find that this battle of one’s freedom in self-belief is one that is not easily fought.
Fighting against rule makers is a waste of time; their beliefs are set in stone and to change them is impossible as they shut their eyes and close their minds. As childhood and youth fades away it leaves a confused soul, holding onto the crumbling pages filled with knowledge and truth never told.
The desire for serenity in our hearts comes alive as we study the universe, life’s forces with open eyes; love and truth are never far apart.

 
©2018.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

Author: Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree

Artist/Writer of Fiction, Poetry, Prose and Thoughts, Opinions Born in Alabama to a Native American (Chickasaw) father and an emotionally absent mother since the Author's birth, raised by her father, her Native American great-grandmother and an African-American woman whom were all grand storytellers. As early as four years old she was roaming the countryside around her home alone or with her father; and at night she sat at the feet of these strong-minded individuals listening to the stories of their lives. Summers she lived with her fathers' sister in Birmingham, Alabama; it was that she would discover a library, and mingle with her aunt's circle of friends that included local writers, artist, and politicians. A cabin deep within the Black Warrior Forest was her playground on the weekends. Her aunt encouraged her imagination by introducing her to journaling, which she filled with stories over the summer. Planted was the desire to write, a seedling waiting to spurt from the warm southern heart of a child. Her love of art and painting came through the teachings of a grammar school teacher which she pursues when the well of words dry up when writing. Throughout the years along with her father, great-great-grandmother, and her beloved Aunt Francis, other influences were her high school English teacher Mrs. S. Odom, writers Faulkner, Capote, Fitzgerald, and Harper Lee. Later in life, she discovered the warm and comic writing of Grace Paley. The vivid poetry of William Carlos Williams; the strong poetry of Phyllis McGinley, and the world's most exciting women, Maya Angelou are some of the poets at the top of her list. Nonetheless, with adulthood, the desire to write buried itself deep within, the dream wilted but did not die. It laid dormant, gaining experiences all written in hidden journals. These experiences, the contents of these journals became short stories and poetry reading to share with the world. She writes of many life experiences in poetry format; questioning everything from Mother Nature to God...the poetry is raw and may not be understood by all. Yet, it comes from deep within and reads of truth within her soul. The harshness that shrouded her life would cause her to withdraw from most of the world; it fills the pages of her writing, the heartache, the abuse, and the denial her mother frankly portrayed. Today, she enjoys her children, grand and great grandchildren, her four-legged companion Mason, they live in Southern Wisconsin...far from her southern roots; however she continues to write and paint daily. Ann has published in Kindle eBooks and paperbacks at Amazon.com: Book #1 Echoing Images from the Soul 2012 Book #2 Beyond the Voices 2012 Book #3 Reflections of Poetry 2013 Book #4 Honeysuckle Memories 2013 Book #5 Sachets of Poetry on Adoration, Anger, Asylums and Aspirations 2014 Book #6 My Journey into Art 2014 Book #7 Asterial Thoughts

7 thoughts on “Study the Universe with open eyes…”

  1. This reminds me of my childhood lived according to rules I learned to break. Back then I broke them in the secrets of my heart and body. Your line about ” crumbling pages filled with knowledge and truth never told” captures the dilemma of finding internal freedom at a later stage of life. So much to say; so little time left in which to say it. I’m grateful for these late years, and feel the pressure and joy of more to say than I can ever express, along with the satisfaction of finding words and ways of doing just that, one bit at a time.

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  2. I have been writing since i was about five years old. My aunt bought me Big Chief tablets, I talked all the time, she said print it all down and we will read it the next time you come. She also introduced me to a library. I took many vacations with her. My great-great grandmother told me many stories about her life , she was a full blooded Chickasaw. My “baby sitter” or “caretaker”, Aunt Francis told me her stories about her parents and many others life on an Alabama Plantation. Great story tellers. Thank you EmotionalNotions. Sincerely E.

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