by Bela Johnson | Dec 21, 2012 | compassion, healing, personal, philosophy, random thoughts, Uncategorized
Let everything happen to you Beauty and terror Just keep going – No feeling is final. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke I find it harder and harder to be critical and sarcastic these days. Tongue in cheek, I used to label this aspect of personality my inner cynic, but I knew...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 4, 2012 | compassion, healing, peace, personal, poetry, Uncategorized
Sometimes we give all that we can, and it’s not enough. Will never be, unto death. Other times (and this may be a mistake) We do not. Wounded pride, arrogance, hurt, sensitivity; anger, fear, resentment keep us from it. We cannot give what we do not...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 20, 2012 | community, compassion, nature, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
The wound is the place where the light enters you. ~ Rumi I believe it was yogi John McAfee who offered that at some point in our lives, we have all wanted a person to be an illusion. Mea culpa. I grew up holding fairy tales in one hand and the threat of nuclear...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 13, 2012 | compassion, happiness, healing, peace, philosophy, Uncategorized
It’s often been said, at least in this country, that freedom isn’t free. Yet true freedom, as I have come to understand it, can only arise at the tremendous cost of dropping all my preconceived notions of how the world works; of my storylines about who others...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 26, 2012 | community, compassion, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
The finest qualities of our nature, like the bloom on fruits, can be preserved only by the most delicate handling. Yet we do not treat ourselves nor one another thus tenderly. ~ Henry David Thoreau My remaining brother’s life ended yesterday. This makes three...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 22, 2012 | compassion, happiness, healing, inspiration, philosophy, Uncategorized
I have got to wrap my mind around this thing called happiness. The Tibetans say that every human being wants first to be happy. I find this oddly strange. For doesn’t that desire arise simply in comparison to the option of suffering? It’s not that I don’t feel...
