Telling the Truth

connecting the dots of my life

Tag: Silence

framed in peace

framed in peace
pond and sculpture composed
wait in silence

empty chair beckons
story rests in closed book


©Elouise Renich Fraser, 12 June 2018
Photo taken by DAFraser in 2001 at the James A. Michener Art Museum in Downingtown, Pennsylvania


blankets earth
with silence

This morning I’m a bit slow, still trying to shake off weariness and a feeling of heaviness. No obvious cause or solution. Except to do what I can to keep moving today. One foot in front of the other. Or not.

Twilight can be a magical time of day—as it was yesterday evening when we were out for a late afternoon walk.

Then there was this morning’s twilight. I felt rudely awakened by light leaking through the window blinds. I wanted to pull the covers up over my head and go back to sleep. Which I did for a bit.

I’ve stopped trying to diagnose my body’s reasons. Instead, I’m going with the flow of today—slowly, without high expectations. Enjoying what I can, reading as I’m able, listening to music I love and believing today is important. Not simply for me but for you and for our Creator who loves this tired old world from the inside out.

© Elouise Renich Fraser, 4 December 2017
Photo found at

Early Marriage | Haiku and Poem

Last December I published a longer version of this post. The portion below covers the period of time I’m writing about, our first year of marriage. Directly across the street from our apartment was an auto body shop open 24 hours a day. That’s because wrecks happen 24/7. Read the rest of this entry »

Early Marriage | Part 6

Side of Bed 2

My side of the bed, 1965

I’ve taken a deep breath and a break. It’s time to say more about early marriage and my anguish about sex. Here it is in a nutshell: Read the rest of this entry »

swells rise


swells rise fall

float calmly

toward my feet

* * *

God waits Read the rest of this entry »

What About the Women?

I tried to write another post about my relationships with men.  But I couldn’t.  I felt myself getting bogged down looking at only part of this confusing picture.  Yes, I have 5 pages of notes about men.  But I have over 13 pages of handwritten notes about women!

I never typed up any of these notes.  I was afraid someone might read them. Read the rest of this entry »

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