by Bela Johnson | Jan 25, 2023 | country living, lifestyle, nature, perspective, Uncategorized, wildlife
The fox in her den does not involve herselfin human games, world domination,current events certain humans considerimportant, no, her expert nose is not trainedon our inane ramblings, mental meanderings,baseless strivings, she is unconcernedwith naught but survival, an...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 15, 2022 | country living, happiness, Maine, musings, nature, Uncategorized
Have you ever heard something fallunder water, the dull scrapeof a fishing weight onto granite rock,the drag, fisherman on the surface,oblivious to you hiding, suspendedalongside dull mossy green bass,still and not struggling betweencrevasses of boulders, tumbled by...
by Bela Johnson | Feb 12, 2022 | country living, lifestyle, nature, perspective, Uncategorized
The music of the universe greets me daily,voices on the wind, crackling throughheavily laden boughs of pine trees,chattering black and blue birds arrivingin massive flocks every morning to the feeder,ravens and magpies keeping their distance,waiting on fence posts out...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 14, 2020 | country living, high desert, lifestyle, nature, Uncategorized
Looking out this window seems sacrament. We are surrounded by Ponderosa pine forest, and, as in Hawaii with the ocean, I tend to take the trees more for granted, the longer our tenure in this place. I remind myself to remain better in touch with not only these regal...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 4, 2020 | country living, lifestyle, musings, nature, perspective, Uncategorized
I read him Mary Oliver’s luminous words in bed at night, perceptions written nearer her end and yes there is sadness, his eyes well uncomfortably, who wouldn’t wish (were it possible) to turn away from the degradation of nature loved with the whole of our...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 2, 2020 | country living, home, lifestyle, nature, photography, Uncategorized
I have spent too many hours marking time, waiting for changes to come, passing precious moments in feckless meandering, spinning wheels, Ariadne in the shadows, balls of twine raveling and lying in a tangled heap at my feet; Now we have arrived, dream fulfilled,...
