by Bela Johnson | Feb 20, 2020 | country living, gardening, lifestyle, nature, Uncategorized
Winds kick and gust, twisting limbs and shaking foliage and branches loose, culling the dead and startling the living into a wakefulness that strengthens, even as surely they flinch at the onslaught; Large foot-long seed pods drop to the ground in varying shades of...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 15, 2020 | country living, lifestyle, nature, spirituality, Uncategorized
Last Monday we closed on the lovely property pictured here. We are now in a position of having secured the ground for our future whilst awaiting the selling of the home we have lovingly restored from old Plantation times to its present incarnation. It’s been so...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 1, 2020 | country living, lifestyle, musings, personal, Uncategorized
Aloha, dear people: Sorry for my scattered check-ins and the cessation of my own WP posts, I do value this WP community. A few months ago, the Universe tapped me on the shoulder and it precipitated some major life changes that we are in the midst of just now. If...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 5, 2019 | country living, Hawaii, lifestyle, nature, perspective, Uncategorized
Shards of light splinter azure skies piercing grey and white veils hung over days we have grown accustomed to, days drowned in deluges of drenching rain once sent to nourish, now stripping shrubs and flowers of nutrients washed deep asunder; One tree standing...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 20, 2018 | country living, Hawaii, inspiration, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
The compulsion when an overtaxed mind, yearning to occupy another’s rendering of reality twists, knife-like, between the blades, sabotaging the creative process, stifling the necessary tension held between opposites, that fractional moment before the water...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 31, 2018 | country living, lifestyle, musings, nature, Uncategorized
Small stones cobbled the backyard of the San Gabriel Mountains foothill home where I grew up, dappled by the light of pergola and wisteria overhead, flanking cascading waterfalls and the fishpond my father built outside my parents’ bedroom window; Yet it was...
