Love and Forgiveness…#340

Art by Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree

The hospital room has become a sanctuary of darkness and light.  My Angels are living here with me during every sleeping and waking moment.  Their love and kindness are teaching me patience; the pain cleans my soul showing me the way.

I do believe that their light shines upon me.  They also with the pills made available takes me from the darkness and pain, the pain is leaving me with a certain wisdom that I have never known before.  Maybe this road that I must now travel is a blessing in disguise.  Bone cancer, will do this to one!  One where I can see the truth and bring it to others in my writing.

If this newly found wisdom brings me closer to home, it will all be worth it.  My Dixie is another Angel in my life, so loving never meets a stranger, never mad always happy and she loves her mama.  When you are looking death in the face, you either embrace it or try to hide it.  I am trying to be open to this new chapter in my life and share it with all who will read my blog.  It is hard to explain how beautiful life can be if you remove yourself from toxic “things”.  Love and forgiveness is truly the right path to journey upon.  I will continue to write my fiction, to create my poetry and prose.  Please visit often.    EAJM

16 thoughts on “Love and Forgiveness…#340

  1. Hello Elizabeth, good to hear you are coping ok, and your article is beautiful and worthwhile read ..
    “Happiness, not in another place but this place…not for another hour, but this hour.” ― Walt Whitman
    “Peace is always beautiful.” – Walt Whitman
    “Nothing can happen more beautiful than death. ” ― Walt Whitman

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  2. 💜 I THINK!!! that Brother Jesu would have this to Say EveryOne; it’s Crystal Clear Clarity that “Ye have Healed ThySelf.”


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  3. glad to have found you today and honoured you are return even the follow. Thank you. It’s delightful to find you present to what you are present to. May I share a little/great gift with you? I hope you like it. Best wishes:

    The Work of Happiness
    By May Sarton
    I thought of happiness, how it is woven
    Out of the silence in the empty house each day
    And how it is not sudden and it is not given
    But is creation itself like the growth of a tree.
    No one has seen it happen, but inside the bark
    Another circle is growing in the expanding ring.
    No one has heard the root go deeper in the dark,
    But the tree is lifted by this inward work
    And its plumes shine, and its leaves are glittering.

    So happiness is woven out of the peace of hours
    And strikes its roots deep in the house alone:
    The old chest in the corner, cool waxed floors,
    White curtains softly and continually blown
    As the free air moves quietly about the room;
    A shelf of books, a table, and the white-washed wall—
    These are the dear familiar gods of home,
    And here the work of faith can best be done,
    The growing tree is green and musical.

    For what is happiness but growth in peace,
    The timeless sense of time when furniture
    Has stood a life’s span in a single place,
    And as the air moves, so the old dreams stir
    The shining leaves of present happiness?
    No one has heard thought or listened to a mind,
    But where people have lived in inwardness
    The air is charged with blessing and does bless;
    Windows look out on mountains and the walls are kind.

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  4. Elizabeth continue to gain strength and get well. I love this part of your message: It is hard to explain how beautiful life can be if you remove yourself from toxic “things”. I am sooooo with you on that girlfriend! Stay encouraged! ❤🥰💖

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