by Bela Johnson | Dec 28, 2017 | friends, nature, people, Uncategorized
She’s been dead a couple of years, my soul mate. Lots of people’s soul mate. That was her gift. She belonged to everybody and nobody at all. She was very much her own woman or the Goddess’ woman or at least a powerful woman; no less nor more than I, myself; but still....
by Bela Johnson | Aug 23, 2016 | friends, lifestyle, nature, poetry, Uncategorized, women
One of them chuckles, teeth barely showing, jaws tight as if guarding unspoken secrets buried in the throat, while the other throws back her head and chortles, mouth open to the heavens as though urging every luminary to brilliance unseen by spirits of the day; A...
by Bela Johnson | May 4, 2016 | friends, healing, nature, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
You’ve got to get it out, I said, out where the poison can drain harmlessly onto thirsty ground, where the pain cannot solidify into suffering, send it back to its source purified, clarified, transformed; Asphyxiated, a soul cannot draw in-spiration, we must unknot...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 11, 2015 | friends, philosophy, Uncategorized
I will not flatter you with fiction meant to prop up a flagging ego, you are far grander than that and anyway, you stand deservedly in the light of my admiration. Let us rather march resolutely through the sucking mud and debris of authentic attempts at bridging...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 14, 2015 | friends, lifestyle, people, philosophy, Uncategorized
Have you ever thought to yourself, if only this person would see my heart, if blame and fear were set aside, we might forge truer bonds? It is always surprising when another remains unwilling to own their part, especially when friends drop like dominoes, again and...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 10, 2013 | freedom, friends, lifestyle, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
If you knew me when I was young, you never would have imagined me as the solitary sort. I was always with friends, either surrounded by people or animals or any sort of distraction. Yet I never fully trusted anyone, for I was raised to keep secrets. And keep them I...
