by Bela Johnson | Nov 18, 2025 | home, regeneration, Uncategorized
Coming home may be the first truth we recognizewithout words—feet sensing receptive ground, comfortrising from the soil as breath deepens and expands.We are no different from the dog with its wet muzzlelifted to the wind, savoring with senses we still possessbut long...
by Bela Johnson | Sep 5, 2023 | happiness, home, lifestyle, musings, nature, Uncategorized
Winking at the gods with those luminous blue green eyes,the dragonfly sits perched on my knee, shoulder, head;and as I duck under for another cool dip, she is there,waiting, hovering in the golden bands of bright summersunlight while the loons’ tremolo bounces...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 18, 2021 | high desert, home, nature, perspective, Uncategorized
Slipping under the covers last night, nestlinginto his sweet warmth as we both gaze, astonishedat the crystal quarter moon, hung in the twilight skyas if borrowed from a Saint-Exupéry watercolor; This morning I awaken to the morning star,ready to begin the day...
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,...
by Bela Johnson | Sep 26, 2017 | home, lifestyle, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
A sense of place … again and again we return to this puzzling concept. Wendell Berry, America’s best-known bioregionalist, says if you don’t know where you are, you don’t know who you are. Does our actual physical location determine our ability to...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 11, 2013 | home, lifestyle, love, personal, relationships, Uncategorized
My husband used to share this ritual upon arising. Decided years ago by both of us as an act of caretaking a loving relationship, making the bed has fallen to me of late, as he’s up and gone, often shortly past sunrise. These are the rhythms of our lives – the...
