Telling the Truth

connecting the dots of my life

Month: January, 2015

Listening to My Body

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I laughed as I wrote the dialogue between my body and me.  We’ve been having this conversation for a while.  It has, however, escalated in the last month while I’ve been recovering from a respiratory virus. Read the rest of this entry »

perky ears

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perky ears alert

brown eyes scan for leftovers

in hillside debris Read the rest of this entry »

The Face of Contempt | Part 2 of 2

Self-contempt has been my primary issue for years.  Until I learned to have compassion on myself, it was almost impossible not to have contempt for others.  Here’s what self-contempt has looked like Read the rest of this entry »

evening mutterings

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evening mutterings

incessant murmurs of life

sound of pond at peace

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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 18 January 2015
Photo credit:  http://www.tripadvisor.co.uk, duck pond in Hinkley, England

 

The Face of Contempt | Part 1

Contempt – intrusive, ever-present, almost impossible to pin down.  But that’s exactly why I need to talk about it.

After several false starts, Read the rest of this entry »

exposed root ball

Longwood Gardens Woods - November 2014

exposed root ball

clings to autumn ground

shelters dry leaves Read the rest of this entry »

“There breathes not a breath…”

Three of my favorite devotional authors loved and were loved by children:  Amy Carmichael, George MacDonald and Oswald Chambers.  They seemed to understand life from a child’s point of view.

I want to be a child forever! Read the rest of this entry »

stairs to somewhere

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stairs to somewhere

long since forgotten dreams

life-drenched beauty Read the rest of this entry »

dark cold earth mound

Weeping beech in winter

cold dark earth mound

blankets newly dug grave

beech branches weep

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silence

interrupted Read the rest of this entry »

Diane, the “fair carpet” and God

After living with ALS for 10 years, my sister Diane died in spring 2006.  This week I’ve been reading through some of my Houston journal notes.  I kept them when I flew to Houston to visit Diane.  As I read, I couldn’t help noticing how often Read the rest of this entry »