The Journey – Tuesday – Day 15,2019

Beware …

The mind in caged sleep has no control, tears shed, and the thoughts of fake caring of those who live false lives. Their spitefulness holds captive the unconscious sleeping mind, they will not allowing it to wake. There are those that cannot be trusted, they have concern for their own selves and their own greed. They are always on the prowl to seize, capture, and triumph. They cause pain to the minds of the innocent and in their pursuit, they find joy; their tongue of fire knows not the truth. Yet, they will ask you for your prayers to engorge their own needs. If they touch your life, it will never be the same, beware of fake caring of others.
Run, Run, Run…


AUTHOR’S NOTE: Beware of fake friendship. Be mindful. Mindfulness does not come easy. Mindfulness requires effort and discipline and there will be those that will work against you pretend to care and then capture your very essence. We tend to be unaware of those that will prowl offering friendship love and caring. Their greed will still your mind like a coursing River. Learn how to get out of the current listen to your thoughts. Mindfulness does not magically happen by itself, it takes energy, and effort to cultivate our ability to live in the present moment. Take care of yourself, watch yourself in your daily life and your thoughts as you sleep will be of peace and joy. You have courage and it will surface and enrich your life, this great work of awareness will remove any obstacle that tries to control your mind. Be aware of what is happening around you allow no one to prey upon your unique personality. Be mindful.





The Journey – Monday – Day 14, 2019…

The Ticking Clock…

A weathervane stilled under a glowing moon bares to the moon its raven wings, in predicted circles it swings. Fishing boats rise and fall behind the jetty wall, the old man mending his netting can hear the sea call.

Ghostly snowflakes cover the seaweed floating among the rocks, the fisherman’s mind rushes like the tick of a clock. Time for one more catch before winter freezes the shore; the nets have taken too long, an overwhelming chore.

He sits remembering his world, its ghosts that the ocean has taken, the young men that God had forsaken. In the beginning the ancient winds brought the fish to earth, they filled the sea to give birth.

Our ancestor’s footsteps imprinted upon the pier, late in the night their sorrowful cries we can hear. Hurry, hurry the time is growing near, soon your boats will freeze in their moorings, the winter winds are what you should fear.

Look upward at the weathervane and its circular world, around and around it whirls. The daybreak will quickly be gone and you will ask God…where did I go wrong. Ghostly snowflakes cover the seaweed floating among the rocks, the fisherman mind rushes like the tick of a clock.


AUTHOR’S NOTE: We cannot think about the “seasons” without bringing Mother Earth into the fold. She has served us well, beware she made not be here forever, be good to her.



The Journey – Sunday – Day 13, 2019…

I  recently spoke to an acquaintance who told of her husband living in a nursing home, he was unhappy and so was she. Being ten years his junior placed such a burden on her shoulders. What can one say about growing old? The loss of shape, hiding beneath many layers of clothing, sparkle gone from one’s eyes. One is no longer beautiful in the eyes of others, not my belief. The function of one’s body grows weaker, sitting in that doomed place with little human contact. The sunset-glow in the beginning of each day is gone. Dreams escape the demented mind, as does the ordinariness of each day.

There is certain knowledge within this fog in the mind of the aged; at times, they remember of those long ago youthful days. They may flitter across the closed mind like an open window. Nonetheless, the prison door of the mind never opens; it is walled-in unknown to most what thoughts lay buried deep within. It is the last stage of life, frozen within and quite, a phantom of themselves, a hollow ghost.

No longer, a figure of delight, no longer surrounded by the sweet smell of one’s self. Like the snow-covered winter landscape, life is stilled, a shadow of one’s self. Life from the womb begins a painful story, a stormy world like summer winds and rain. Beauty spent and done, despite Hells rage now silenced by the passing of time. With the eyes looking past what lays ahead, bondage no longer a threat as the mind realizes it will only end in death. Whom can we blame? No one!

Mindfulness provides a simple but powerful route for getting our selves unstuck, back into touch with our own wisdom and vitality. It is a way to take charge of the direction and quality of our own lives, including our relationships within the family, and to the larger world and planet, and most fundamentally, our relationships with our self as a person. Begin now, to become aware of what lies in the future our future. The key lies in the works of Emerson and Thoreau, Whitman and Native American wisdom. Read and become aware of what your future might be, the words of these great people will pave the way to your tomorrows.

Do not fall prey to the thoughts of those who would harm you. Hold on to your opinions, expectations and the many possibilities that will open to you as you age. Mindfulness is simply an art of conscious living. Be yourself, keep in touch with your deepest feelings, and let greatness flow from you. This will go a long way to keeping you young.



The Journey – Saturday – Day 12, 2019…

Being sick during the Holidays is no fun, my children did not seem to mind the delayed Holidays, January; in all actuality they were quiet delighted, it would be one less relative to visit making it less stressful. If you had asked me the question, “Let’s move Christmas into January”, I would have said no. Since it was I, that was sick, I was going to miss the Holidays anyway.

I had for months in 2018 trying to reinvent myself, reading the books on various  religions. I began with present day Christianity, those who “sermonize” from the Bible in most cases picked and chose the “parts” from the Bible that they want to use to put fear into followers, and it worked.

Christianity is  first ranked in the list of most popular religions around the globe with more than 2.1 billion followers , the highest ranked are the Roman Catholic, Eastern Orthodox, and Protestant. Islam is given the second rank in the list of major religions of the world having more than 1.5 billion followers; it is one of the fastest growing religions. Hinduism in one of the major religions of the world with 900 million worshipers, it is considered one of the world’s oldest religions. Buddhism is also considered a leading religion around the globe with more than 376 million followers; Gautama Siddhartha founded it 2500 years before in India. Sikhism is the world’s fifth largest religion having more than 23 million worshippers; this religion combined the beliefs from Islam and Hinduism.

What does all of this have to do with the Holidays and me being sick? What does it have to do with “missing” Christmas? What does it have to do with the reinvention of Elizabeth Ann Murphree?

It was the best way to lay a foundation for the change that I am trying to put into practice within myself. Do I believe in God, yes? Do I believe every word written in the Bible, no, why? Men and their perception of the events of their day and time wrote it. One must pull away the layers of the stories much like pealing an onion, and then you may find the written truth within the book. There are, I find some reasonable truths in all religions, I sway toward that of Christianity fed the need of my living a life of “goodness” and Buddhism, gives me additional guidelines to grow, and if we are to believe in God, then we must believe in all of the religions he has created through the man and women of this world.

I have read many books throughout 2018. I believe the practice that I need in my life at this time is “mindfulness”, if I can master that one, I will have a better understanding of life and I will see growth in myself and be aware of it in others. I try every day to be mindful of the difficulties that lay ahead of me. I try to actively be attentive, keeping the complexities of my life in mind.

Mindfulness an ancient Buddhist practice that has profound exposure in my present-day life.  In truth, it has nothing to do with Buddhism, but it does have everything to do with living in harmony with myself and with the world around me. I have examined who I am and I have educated myself with the practice and now have an appreciation for each moment that I am alive. It also helped to survive the many health issues I have had these past three years.  Do I fall away from mindfulness, of course, but the teaching of mindfulness quickly brings me back in line to what my life needs.  It prepares me for the next part of my life, as the journey grows shorter.

This practice is not an easy one. One has to be continually mindful about the present moment and not be judgmental in what is going on around you and the world in general. One must be aware of the greater reality. I believe with this concept I can continue to grow, we as world inhabitants can continue to grow if we are aware of the happenings within our own realm and that of others.  Have I mastered this concept, no, I must be constantly aware of what is truth and what is gossip within my realm.  I have more work to do, but isn’t that growth.




The Journey – Thursday – Day 10, 2019

We are day ten into the New Year, I try to recall the past and what have I done, what have I accomplished during these many years. My childhood, I more often than not I raised myself, along with those wonderful women my great-great-grandmother whom I call “Ma” a solid rock of full-blooded Native American ancestry and “Aunt Francis” a black woman of wisdom. I raised five children alone . Along the way, I worked in the public sector for forty years. During retirement, I begin searching for who I was, and what I wanted out of the second half of my life.

I returned to painting and writing. I have written and published nine books of poetry.  I had a daughter who passed in 2010; I published her story, I also published a photo journey of my special companion Mason, my four-legged child, in pictures. I published a book of my own paintings. I have tried to reinvent myself during these past twenty years and I am still working on myself as I continue to travel down a mysterious path on my journeys into yesterday, tomorrow and that final day. What have I learned?

I believe that the journey we humans lead down one of three paths. The first path leads to success, these are the people that have material riches and yes, sorrow. Then there is the second path, one that leads to happiness and sorrow, yet, these people live a good life. They are capable of handling life. The third path is one of total destruction. The important question now is how you and I are going to live our lives, which path will we take.

When you find yourself at the crossroads of the here and now, will you put in the effort to be free, will you walk through the doors of reality, choosing the path wisely. I believe in meditation, it is simply about being yourself, finding yourself, your life is always unfolding in front of you, seeking the answer to truth. If you are not careful truth will be ignored, be fallow and unacknowledged.

Life is at times like a slippery slope, the grave will hold all of those years of  life-unexamined half-truths, fears, you did not achieve that which was given to you on the path of your life, and you ignored the wealth, happiness and greatness. If you wake up and breakout, your life unfolds on a path of success. Get off that slippery slope and follow your path to importance. No one can do this job but you. At the end of a long life, dedicated mindfulness will be acknowledged and you will be remembered as an individual of understanding and wisdom.




Misery’s Problems…

Misery’s Problems…

Misery has sent many souls to Hell. Those there have condemned themselves; a mournful cry comes from their place of unrest. They cry for what they wanted in life and did not get, they could not be satisfied with what they had, misery prevailed. They have helped destroy the earth.

In the beginning there was cold, unceasing and relentless rain, there seem to be a mutation of the earth as the decades went forward with minds unchanged. Days were heavy with hail, turbid waters mixed with cold winds and snow, a blazing fiery had a tight hold on the waters that covered the earth, and still many humans could not see the doom and darkness.

Their souls are rotting, the soil of the earth is foul, above them the ravens swarm in and out of an acid sky, beast roams fallow grounds. Each of those in misery fell to the ground gathering handfuls of soil casting it into the hollows of the earth. They now know that gluttonous greed will bring rancid air and their belly’s growl like the beast of the night with hunger.

There are many who tried to save Earth, they toiled in the dead ground and prayed for blessings, they watch the writhing shadows of desolation, it was too late. Everyone hungry, cold, uncomforted, everyone will die for the mistakes of few. The waters both salty and fresh began to dry, cracks became vast and deep. The land was soft and filled with bugs and worms. The air clogged their lungs they cried and they prayed, it was too late. Those who did not believe that one day we would destroy the Earth now became sinful spirits living irrevocable doom.

There are those that believed that the earth was being destroyed, there are those who tried to find a resolve for these worldwide conditions. To those that did not believe the earth was dying, living in great pain. Warnings from the sinners were no more than strange words, there is no way that we can reach perfection on earth, and it is too late. It is not too late to resolve misery’s problems, we must cease our downward path and heal mother Earth.


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The Year was 1939…

I am preoccupied these days on my beginning, and happenings the year that I was born. Franklin D. Roosevelt was President and John N. Garner, Vice President. The year is 1939. Roosevelt, a Democrat, won four presidential elections and became a central figure in world events during the first half of the 20th century. World War II dominated his third and fourth terms. He is often rated by scholars as one of the three greatest U.S. presidents, along with George Washington and Abraham Lincoln. Garner, known among his contemporaries as “Cactus Jack”, was an American Democratic politician and lawyer from Texas.

My parents did not own a radio, nor did they read current newspapers, they were sharecroppers, the fields were their life. Neither had the opportunity to receive an education above the sixth-grade, yet both were highly intelligent. They were too busy tending to the cotton fields to keep up with current politics. I do not remember either talking about local, state, country or world affairs. In fact they did not talk. Communication in my childhood or teens were nil, I talk to school friends, neighbors later in life, but not at home. The words spoken by my parents were those needed to run a farm that belonged to someone else.

Germany invaded Poland, renounces pact with England and concluded a 10-year non-aggression pact with U.S.S.R. World War II begins. Roosevelt submits a $1,319-million dollar defense budget, proclaims U.S. neutrality and declares limited emergency. U.S. Department of Agriculture starts a food stamp program in Rochester, N.Y., the program ended in 1943.

All of these things happen before I was old enough to understand. However, a bit of information that I learned in school was that Roosevelt when social security begin, he put in a clause that allowed the government to use the money in the social security fund to be use if necessary. This clause was never removed, this is the reason President Bush was allowed to spend money put into the fund by those paying in to social security to pay for his war. Many call this an entitlement, it is not an entitlement it is the money given to the government to save for future retiree’s. It should not be touch by anyone other than those collecting on their savings throughout the years.

On the trivia side of things, in 1939 a first-class postage stamp could be purchased for 3 cents.

Robert Kane introduced the Batman cartoon. I was never fond of Batman cartoons, books or the current movies.

When I became an adult, Gone with the Wind was a favorite movie, the year 1939 is when it premieres and will gross $192 million, making it one of the most profitable films of all time. It was also one of the longest clocking in at almost four hours, including the intermission.

Have a wonderful weekend to everyone. This weekend will be my families Christmas as I was too sick to celebrate. Tonight is our Christmas Eve and tomorrow everyone will gather to celebrate Christmas and continue to enjoy the season. I do wish on this precious holiday that everyone could be as happy, understanding and forgiving as they are on Christmas. Alas, I am afraid that wish will never come true. Again, Happy New Year everyone. E.