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PARADOXOLOGIES by Ruth Calder Murphy

Paradoxologies is a word I came up with when playing with ideas for the title of my blog…

I’m not a blogger. I’ve always liked the idea of being a blogger - since before blogs existed, in fact, and we called them “diaries”: A record of things happening and my thoughts about them. I would love to be the sort of focused person who manages to write regular blog posts!

I have various blogs, scattered about, all a bit ragged around the edges, but now, “Paradoxologies” is my writer’s page on Facebook and actually, yes; it is a blog. A poetry and art blog, where I post my work, news, events and so on …

But I digress.

The word “Paradoxologies” appealed to me massively, because the idea of Paradox - in life, death, faith, doubt, reason, instinct - in Me, myself - is one that fascinates me and one that in more recent years, I’ve begun to embrace fully as a valid, honest part of being human.

I hold tension - or balance, I suppose - in my heart and soul and mind. The same tension or balance that exists in the seasons, the circle of life and in all the connections there are between us.

I might not ever have managed to write a regular blog, but I’m focused enough to juggle contradictions and to order them into poetry… Go figure!

Paradoxologies in a series of anomalies… It is enough.
Artwork by Ruth Calder Murphy

Paradoxologies
by Ruth Calder Murphy

As a cork on an infinite ocean,
a leaf liberated by Autumn,
an arrow loosed from the tension of the bow...
As a drum beats from its belly
and as migrating birds know
how to fly, where to go…
As wicker is woven
and dead cells are sloughed for the new,
All of this is true of me
- and true of you?
All of this - adrift, awash,
found in Spirit’s heart-filled home
yet lost:
loved and yet alone...
Everything meaningful,
everything vain,
Like the echoes of ancestors,
the drumming of rain.
Paradoxologies in a series of anomalies
- a climbing to being and a falling to dust…
This is me, this story, this mystery...
and it is enough.
Artwork by Ruth Calder Murphy


Ruth Calder Murphy is a writer, artist, music teacher, wife and mother living in London, UK. Her life is wonderfully full of creativity and low-level chaos. She is the author of two published novels, The Scream and The Everlasting Monday, several books of poetry and one or two as-yet unpublished novels. More of Ruth' Spiritual poetry can be found in her book, Spirit Song and the soon-to-be-released sequel, "River Song". She is passionate about celebrating the uniqueness of people, questioning the unquestionable and discovering new perspectives on old wonders. She is learning to ride the waves that come along—peaks and troughs—and is waking up to just how wonderful life really is. You can visit Ruth and view more of her art on her website, or on her writer's page on Facebook. All her books are available on Amazon, here.


~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~

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