Elizabeth Melton Parsons

Writing~Art~Life


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10 Year Anniversary with WordPress

Today is my 10th anniversary on WordPress. Time does have a way of moving along, doesn’t it? Hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving. Below is a copy of my very first post from 10 years ago.

 

Another Blog? By Who?

First, I’d like to thank that wonderful lady from down under (Debbie Stevens) for putting me onto Word Press. Thanks, Deb.

Don’t you just love blogging? This is my fourth and I know people who have as many as ten. Amazing…! I haven’t decided yet what kind of blog this will be. I’m thinking along the lines of personal, rambling thoughts and day to day happenings in my life. Snooze……zzzzzzzz. Truly inspired, right? I live in a tiny rural community, so nothing of interest could possibly happen. Ah…not true. There have been some exciting, bazzar, and sometimes tragic occurrences around here. I doubt I will ever be at a loss for something to write about. And if ever I am, I’ll just blog about my dog, Charlie. Now there’s an interesting character.

Charlie is a seven-year-old 95 pound boxer, but he doesn’t know this. He has multiple personality disorder. Sometimes he imagines he’s Kudjo, sometimes a kitten or a human toddler, and at other times, he’s an opinionated politician. Charlie has more personality that I can sometimes deal with, but I love him inspite of that or perhaps because of it.

If you’ve stumbled onto my blog looking for something interesting and you’ve read this far without falling asleep–you are probably wondering who I am. If you’re bored and have nothing better to do, you can google me. That’s my real name up there on the top of the page, but I also write under the name E. G. Parsons. My coffee cup needs refilling, so I will say goodbye for now. Thanks for stopping by, come back any time. The door is always open.

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Song of the River

 

“SONG OF THE RIVER”

The snow melts on the mountain
And the water runs down to the spring,
And the spring in a turbulent fountain,
With a song of youth to sing,
Runs down to the riotous river,
And the river flows on to the sea,
And the water again
Goes back in rain
To the hills where it used to be.
And I wonder if Life’s deep mystery
Isn’t much like the rain and the snow
Returning through all eternity
To the places it used to know.

For life was born on the lofty heights
And flows in a laughing stream
To the river below
Whose onward flow
Ends in a peaceful dream.
And so at last,
When our life has passed
And the river has run its course,
It again goes back,
O’er the selfsame track,
To the mountain which was its source.

So why prize life
Or why fear death,
Or dread what is to be?
The river ran its allotted span
Till it reached the silent sea.
Then the water harked back to the mountaintop
To begin its course once more.

So we shall run the course begun
Till we reach the silent shore,
Then revisit earth in a pure rebirth
From the heart of the virgin snow.
So don’t ask why we live or die,
Or wither, or when we go,
Or wonder about the mysteries
That only God may know.

Clear Dotby William Randolph Hearst


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Deep in the Quiet Wood

Deep in the Quiet Wood

by James Weldon Johnson

Are you bowed down in heart?
Do you but hear the clashing discords and the din of life?
Then come away, come to the peaceful wood,
Here bathe your soul in silence. Listen! Now,
From out the palpitating solitude
Do you not catch, yet faint, elusive strains?
They are above, around, within you, everywhere.
Silently listen! Clear, and still more clear, they come.
They bubble up in rippling notes, and swell in singing tones.
Now let your soul run the whole gamut of the wondrous scale
Until, responsive to the tonic chord,
It touches the diapason of God’s grand cathedral organ,
Filling earth for you with heavenly peace
And holy harmonies.

Photo by Elizabeth Melton Parsons


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Moving


1 House

Sunrise-Daytona-Beach-FLThought I’d better let everyone know what’s been going on and why I’ve not been around much. As most of you already know, my husband was born and spent most of his life in Miami, Florida. And although I was born in Michigan, I spent a good deal of my childhood and early adult life in Homestead, Florida. My husband has been here in Indiana for about 12 years and for most of that time he’s been trying to convince me to move back to Florida. I wasn’t thrilled with the idea, but about a year and a half ago I finally said- “Okay, if that’s what you want, we’ll try to make it happen.”

I never realized what a long and drawn out adventure this would become. We hit the market at a great time. The economy hit Florida pretty hard, so homes were selling much more reasonably than I could ever remember them selling. First we had to decide on a location. I didn’t want to return to Homestead and my husband didn’t want to go back to Miami.  We decided Palm Bay was where we wanted to be. Unfortunately the homes we settled on looked lovely but had Chinese drywall installed. Since there weren’t a lot of older homes without the stuff, we made the decision to settle in Cocoa which is right across the intracoastal from Cocoa Beach and Merritt Island. A lovely little city. Unfortunately we weren’t able to get everything done around here soon enough and the few houses we were interested in sold. After that the real estate market in Cocoa and Merritt Island heated up and prices began to rise.

We didn’t want a total fixer so we moved our search up the coast to Titusville. The home we tried to buy there turned out to have serious foundation issues. A few others didn’t work out either. My husband had said he didn’t want to live in Daytona because the surfing wasn’t great there. (he’s a surfer) But I finally convinced him to do some research on the area and when he found out Daytona Beach is only 10 miles from Ponce Inlet, he was all for it. After many home inspections and appraisals we finally managed to purchase a cute little ranch style 3.5 miles from the beach. I’m in the process of sorting, packing and cleaning. I plan to leave in about a week. But I’m also having some dental work done. Depending on how that goes the trip may have to be postponed a little. I don’t know when I’ll be back to posting on a more regular basis, but I’ll try to take some pictures to post once I’m settled. Love and hugs to you all. ❤ Elizabeth


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I’ll Be Seeing You

As you can see this is not a blog buddy Friday post. I just want everyone to know that there are some changes happening in my life at the moment and I won’t be around for a while. I don’t know how long this hiatus will be. I’ll miss you guys and if possible I may come on from time to time and repost something from the archives or some art. Now you kiddos be good. No fighting. Here’s another piece of art before I go. (sorry for the horrible photo) Bye for now. 🙂 ❤

Autumn Stream

Autumn Stream – Oil on canvas