by Bela Johnson | Oct 22, 2025 | food, freedom, healing, lifestyle, Uncategorized
What heals one body may harm another.The raw becomes too cold for the weary stomach,the stillness too rigid for the restless heart. Even meditation can bruise the spiritif what we need is to walk, to breathe,to kneel in the garden’s forgiving dirt. Food is medicine,...
by Bela Johnson | Sep 27, 2025 | healing, lifestyle, nature, sustainability, Uncategorized
I see a wide cerulean expanse of oceanunder the cyan light of endless sky;though all may not be as it seems – The ocean appears calm and serenefrom where I stand, miles distant,yet surely there are voids and tunnels,rocks and coral remnants of once-vital...
by Bela Johnson | Sep 22, 2025 | compassion, culture, lifestyle, peace, perspective, Uncategorized
Deep feminine breath tapped into Source,and how on earth could I possibly hold back;though there are times for restraint, I guess; I am not one of those who find it easyto inhabit that particular ken; rather,when passion seeks an outlet for healingor for humor, I am...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 25, 2024 | awakening, healing, human interest, lifestyle, perspective, Uncategorized
Sometimes I reflect on my life and it’s hard to believeit really was me; those years of confusion, trial by fire,choices made; as grit in an oyster, collecting experienceslike pearls forming, oh so slowly, though I knew notwhat they would reveal, nor had the...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 10, 2024 | lifestyle, magic, musings, nature, sustainability, Uncategorized
Awoke this morning to six inches of newly-fallen snowlightly blanketing the ground with silent beauty and grace,asking nothing yet giving much in return – water to a thirstyforest, shelter for ground creatures who otherwise remain targetsin the sharp eyes of...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 4, 2023 | consciousness, lifestyle, musings, nature, perspective, Uncategorized
The shimmering of a rising dawn spreads outand over the fields in this snowy mountain valley,and as the light of day emerges anew, I step downand out of bed, finding my feet; there’s a flightof stairs I must descend, and to remainin that foggy post-dream world...
