by Bela Johnson | Jan 11, 2026 | gardening, patience, Uncategorized
The garden waits,its pulse separate from mine—a thousand roots threading throughtheir own decisions. I have pruned too much,watered from lack of rain,guarded what would havedone better left alone. Too much,even when well intentioned,is still too much. Now, I watch the...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 29, 2025 | earth witness, embodiment, feminine,, gardening, Uncategorized
And so long as you haven’t experiencedThis: to die and so to grow,You are only a troubled guestOn the dark earth.— Goethe What is our task here, on this living planet? We ask it again and again.We long to serve, to be ready,to meet the unknown challengesset...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 6, 2025 | gardening, nature, relationships, self awareness, transformation, Uncategorized
It’s new, it’s not, the bones remember, though I forgot;another year collapsing into itself like a wavethat folds and folds until the ocean swallows sound; Was I kind enough? Did I hold the ones I lovewithout trying to fix their pain? Or did I burn too...
by Bela Johnson | Sep 29, 2025 | community, compassion, food, gardening, sustainability, Uncategorized
Today it was from shelling macadamia nuts,given to us by a friend with a tree—boxfulls of them.No store-bought nutcracker will do;you must buy a cottage-industry devicecosting over a hundred dollars,and crack them one at a time. First remove the husk(commercial...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 9, 2025 | consciousness, gardening, healing, mindfulness, musings, nature
She finds herself buried in thoughts most days,too many, she thinks, for optimal health; but there arecountless directions, too much information, misinformation,potential consequences, future outcomes over whichshe has little control, so why not simply let it all...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 6, 2023 | gardening, lifestyle, nature, perspective, philosophy, Uncategorized
As stars wink conspiratorially, I wonder once againwhat my purpose is in this realm if not to love and beloved, which we are and always will be by the very factthat we draw breath, and yet those I have loved the mostare on their own trajectories, nothing on earth is...
