by Bela Johnson | Apr 26, 2023 | human interest, personal, perspective, psychology, suicide, Uncategorized
Maybe what he had inside was genius,little freckled boy face, eyes looking outat a world that was senseless at times,the hero father filled with his own demons,no time to self regulate nor a modelto follow, as all boys need, as we all do,and anger, fear and...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 12, 2023 | consciousness, family, growing up, human interest, perspective, Uncategorized
I could tell you a version of my lifethat would be intriguing, but would it betrue? In just under seven decades,memories are viewed througha prismatic lens of dazzling colorsor in black and white depending,and I think it has perhaps alwaysbeen thus; To retrieve fodder...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 4, 2022 | culture, happiness, human interest, lifestyle, nature, Uncategorized
There is much to be grateful for, yet often lacking is a sense of perspective. Unless we have traveled around a bit, we Westerners tend to take a lot for granted. Observing the lives of others in dire circumstances, whether within the boundaries of our own country or...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 13, 2022 | compassion, death, freedom, human interest, lifestyle, Uncategorized
We are all moving on to the next level,just as he did after coming throughwalls, us sitting at our kitchen table,pleading eyes confused, conflicted; Nobody spoke of suicide in that place,yet there he was, and I had to askanother neighbor if she knewwhat had happened;...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 5, 2022 | growing up, human interest, nature, personal, perspective, Uncategorized
Stay in the distance, watch the light,it is all you need; It is all I ever craved,this meeting with light imbued forms,spirit beings that visited me when young,floating up the canyon, me standingsmall, eagerly awaiting that reunion; The Church would have called...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 27, 2021 | human interest, musings, nature, perspective, Uncategorized
When I gaze out over the fieldand spot a herd of elk, whichupon closer inspectionis really only distantsagebrush; when I, in a flashlasting no longer than amillisecond, see my own bodyas a juniper tree, I no longerquestion it; We are all made of the sameelements...
