An Earthly Journey…#430


An Earthly Journey…

Evidence is clear about an unwanted Soul; upon conception, the possessor wanted to cast it away, fear or greed. One life could not see a future, yet starvation by the mother did not kill the seed, no fear… self-greed.

Why did the tiny Soul survive destiny or fate; it survived life without love, never held by the mother with her heart filled with hate. The new Soul is born within a life of oppression from birth, scared and burdened with emotional wounds throughout its journey on earth.

All of its tomorrows found the Soul’s path long and steep; it searched a lifetime to find out why the mother’s anger ran so deep, to the moment it laid the mother in the ground. Truth in its abandonment is never found. This abused Soul tries to remember that sanity and sorrow are closely bound.




Elizabeth Ann Johnson Murphree | Barnes & Noble® (

Authors Books at and Barns&

Author Bio

Born in Alabama to a Native American (Chickasaw) father and an emotionally absent mother since birth, raised by a father, a Native American great-grandmother, and an African American woman who were all grand storytellers.

Summers she lived with her father’s sister in Birmingham, Alabama; her aunt Vina would help her discover a library and mingle with a circle of friends that included local writers, artists, and politicians. As early as four years old, she was roaming the countryside alone or with her father; in the evenings, she sat at the feet of these strong-minded individuals listening to the stories of their lives. Her aunt encouraged my imagination by introducing me to journaling, which she filled Big Chief Tablets with reports over the summer. Planted was the desire to write, a seedling waiting to spurt from the warm southern heart of a child. A cabin deep within the Black Warrior Forest was on weekends was also her playground. Summer was also spent going on vacations to Florida, where they had a small cabin on the Gulf Coast.

Nonetheless, the desire to write buried itself deep within; the dream wilted but did not die. It laid dormant, gaining experiences. These experiences became short stories and poetry, began painting as a child and later as an adult, and then lay dormant for years. She writes of life experiences in her poetry, questioning everything from Mother Nature to God…the poetry is raw, sometimes dark, 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 except her immediate family; it fills the pages with heartache, abuse, and the denial of a mother, all frankly portrayed.

Today, she enjoys her children, grand and great-grandchildren, and four-legged companion Dixie, lives in Southern Wisconsin, far from her southern roots, and continues to write and paint daily.

Below are the books that have been published in paperbacks at and Barnes&, under the name of Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree:

Echoing Images from the Soul

Beyond the Voices

Reflections of Poetry

Honeysuckle Memories

Sachets of Poetry on Adoration, Anger, Asylums, and Aspirations

My Journey into Art

Fragments of Time

Rutted Roads

Asterial Thoughts

Flying with Broken Wings

Cherished Memories

Rhythm Rhyme and Thoughts

Cherished Memories


2 thoughts on “An Earthly Journey…#430

  1. in the writing at least, it seems to me, there is also freedom always already woven in with sanity and sorrow -? Writing this reminds me of the late Bernadette Roberts, who started life a Carmelite nun, left when she felt herself to be ‘well on the way’ to spiritual maturity.. and later telling a neighbour, an older woman, about her path to a freedom.., the neighbour replied oh my you are too young to experience that, that is for the old… – being much younger than either when I first read this, I found it much comforting – an indication for anthropology at the bottom of the spiritual quest. Thank you so much for writing,

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