Who Is Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree

I was born in northern Alabama, my daddy was a Native American (Chickasaw) sharecropper; my mother was emotionally absent, my daddy, an Native American great-grandmother and African-American woman I called Aunt Francis who were great storytellers, raised me.

I had no other children to play with so I roamed the countryside alone or sometimes with daddy, and at night I sat at the feet of these two strong-minded women listening to the stories of their lives. The summer that I turned four, I lived with daddy’s’ sister; it was at this favorite aunt’s that I would discover a library, and sit among her circle of friends that included local writers, artists, and politicians; many personalities, creative, passionate and some bizarre.

A cabin deep within the Black Warrior Forest was the weekend retreat and filled with these people from a different life than my own, which was a barefoot-county child. This aunt encouraged my imagination; planted the desire to write, a seedling waiting to sprout from the warm southern heart of a child. The harshness that shrouded my life would cause me to withdraw from most of the world; it fills the pages of my writing, the heartache, the abuse, and the denial from my mother.

Today, I live in Southern Wisconsin…far from my southern roots, yet these roots and the people that made up my world in those long-ago days continue to influence my writing. I write and paint daily; my family lives close which is wonderful. I try to be mindful and live in the moment as I continue to blog the last chapter of my life. Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree

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Books by the author at Amazon.com and Barnes&Noble.com…

Contact Information:

elizabethannjohnsonmurphree@gmail.com  

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Books by author at Amazon.com and Barnes&Noble.com…

https://www.amazon.com/s?k=elizabeth+ann+johnson-murphree&i=stripbooks&crid=2BGV3NKK8VSOQ&sprefix=elizabeht+ann+johnson%2Caps%2C213&ref=nb_sb_ss_sc_1_18https://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/elizabeth%20ann%20johnson%20murphree 

 

42 thoughts on “Who Is Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree

      1. Without a doubt, He is… And to address your comment, “the sun does not shine on everyone.”

        Please check out Matthew 5:45 (AMP), “so that you may [show yourselves to] be the children of your Father who is in heaven; for He makes His sun rise on those who are evil and on those who are good, and makes the rain fall on the righteous [those who are morally upright] and the unrighteous [the unrepentant, those who oppose Him].”

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  1. Thank you for the follow Elizabeth, I find that we can always learn from others so I am looking forward to getting to know you. Please feel free to jump in any time with your thoughts. God’s grace and blessings on you and yours.

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  2. It took me a very long time Elizabeth, a lifetime in fact, to finally see meaning in our journey. To endure some of the most painful things in our lives, but in doing so reach a place that made all of what went before so worth it all.
    Those parents or loved ones that made us feel so unwanted, rejected or have no worth are in fact only doing what they too have grown up with, passing on what they know. But in fact it is this very thing that will bring us to a point where after much pain, and usually during a traumatic experience, that we will finally look inside, take that deeper road and ask our hearts ‘why’. We will keep at this because we have reached a point of ‘I can’t do this anymore’, and dare to face that fear that has been built from childhood and as a coping strategy created a wall, an emotional wall to protect a heart in so much pain.
    But it is inside this wall that the meaning of life resides. Understand the ‘why’ of a fear and it will lose its power over us. See the ‘why’ for what it is, that painful thing that we as very young children with a very immature emotional coping strategy build to protect our hearts from its hurt. Understand that ‘why’ and that wall will come tumbling down, finally setting us free from a life of pain.
    For behind that wall is something we have forever searched, that love and happiness we have searched for all our lives. It has been blocked simply because of the belief of ourselves has been hammered home by those we love and look up to, those very same people who treated us in such a way to make us feel unloved, rejected and so unworthy. It can be so painful that we convince ourselves that they do love us, simply because believing the other is too painful.
    And when we finally see its meaning, the reason that fear has been built, our world will be changed forever. We will see that our lives have been lived through that filter of fear, never really reaching beyond its meaning to us, forever holding us back.
    With it gone it will feel like a mountain has been taken away, no longer struggling each step we take. Blinkers will be taken off, masks removed and our sight will be beyond words. Suddenly the world will be a new place and we will begin to do something so removed from what we have always done…we will begin to create instead of reacting to this world and begin to live, really live for the first time. Smile at the sight of a butterfly, an urge to sing because for the first time we are truly happy, and all because of one thing…we have discovered through that wall a love we have denied ourselves, a love that we have searched for, for so long. Our love ❤️
    May yours be found dear lady, it is a very painful journey but within it is a freedom and love like no other ❤️

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      1. I must say I loved the South. Even learned how ter speak Sudern… 😉 (And can generally tell where a Southerner’s from, Georgia, Alabama, Miss’sipi and Texas have different “Accints”.
        Be good Elizabeth.

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  3. Dear Elizabeth, please forgive me for not replying on Messenger…’tis a mobile phone thing I never could understand, such is my uselessness! I am still blogging although cursed with a Reader that fails comprehensively to adive me of the posts from at least…not an exaggeration, I stress…1000, maybe more of the bloggers I follow. Most irksome and hence I am truly touched that you looked out for me. Yet hear I am. A positive. Even though I follow you already I’ve pressed the dreaded ‘follow’ link yet again in the hope it sends your posts in my direction. Best Wishes, The Old Fool that I am.

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      1. Thank you, Elizabeth. According to WP I should have received all your posts. My fear is that I will miss your, say, next post that may not appear on my Reader. Should I not comment and/or like your next post please tell me for it will not be deliberate on my part. Whatever, fingers-crossed and best wishes.

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  4. So happy to have found your wonderful blog. Best wishes from quarantine in Vienna, Austria, Italy’s neighbour …. (where the virus was really really mean). I love freedom, but I want freedom for all, not only for a few. Hope that even the dullest mind sees the necessity of corona restrictions eventually, no, before eventually. But I am afraid, as long as those do not experience the fierceness of that virus on their own body or on the bodies of beloved ones, they just don’t realize what is really going on right now. I suppose, they don’t care for others which don’t fit into their picture … so, so sad. Bless you, bless us all, because there are such and such everywhere …

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  5. Dear Elizabeth! Thank you for following my blog and letting me find you. I have browsed a little and it is wonderful. Your writing is so full of reality and emotions, it carries the reader along and tingles the mind and heart. May you live long and keep writing beautifully. Regards. PS. I do not have much sense of painting and therefore may not be able to comment.

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