by Bela Johnson | Jan 9, 2026 | authenticity, belonging, consciousness, Uncategorized
I was conditioned to hyper-attunement when young.To notice — for how could I not — the vagariesand inconsistencies of the humans around me.And so I sought answers — which now seems absurd,as if there ever were any. Instead of realizing — a thing learnedlater in life,...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 5, 2026 | consciousness, Uncategorized
Daily writing promptDo you spend more time thinking about the future or the past? Why?View all responses Mindfulness is brilliant in its essence—always here, always now.But I would be lyingif I said I lived thereall the time. My mind keeps me alert, attentiveto...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 8, 2025 | consciousness, culture, Uncategorized, Writing reflection
Daily writing promptWhat could you do less of?View all responses In a world swollen with noise and velocity,where our numbers outpace the systems meant to hold usand technology threatens to further numb a speciesalready in need of deeper attunement… In a life far too...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 2, 2025 | consciousness, creative process, regeneration, Uncategorized
There is a pinhole of light streaming through a blank canvas,and as I ponder this portal, more is revealed—always in time. We are in a conversationwith the unfolding. There was a time when I would have torn the edges,clawing my way with eager hands to get through that...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 15, 2025 | acceptance, consciousness, forgiveness, healing, Uncategorized
There has never been a dayI felt fully up to the task of being alive.Enough feels like a mirage—shimmering, almost within reach—then gone,the moment I think I’ve grasped its edge. First there was the Church,then the long descent into depth psychology,arriving on the...
by Bela Johnson | Sep 9, 2025 | awakening, consciousness, healing, musings, nature, Uncategorized
It seems days roll into nights too vast for winkingstars and spinning galaxies, while the wind blows as everand the ocean flows its indigo rhythms as timeremains this human folly we cannot bend or break;still in one blink, gardens are created, another housebecomes...
