by Bela Johnson | Jun 20, 2017 | Hawaii, lifestyle, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
The dawn cracks open, arthritic hand of an Ancient One weary of living yet unable to rest as day breaks her fine china platter, splatters the sky with wonder, beauty of another day unfolding; And we stutter and we gasp, too quickly resuming the business of living as...
by Bela Johnson | May 30, 2017 | Hawaii, lifestyle, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
Ragged cuticles rim blunt fingers familiar with soil dug up in clinkers and clumps; was it turned over to bury tree stumps, posts from railroad iron serving as clothesline poles strung end to end with necessary garments scrubbed on a board, set in crude concrete mixed...
by Bela Johnson | May 23, 2017 | lifestyle, musings, philosophy, psychology, Uncategorized
But I don’t want to go among mad people, said Alice. Oh, you can’t help that, said the cat. We’re all mad here. ~ Lewis Carroll There are days and there are days. Today is one in which I awaken with the insight that all of us are mad. All. Some seem to revel in it;...
by Bela Johnson | May 9, 2017 | Hawaii, lifestyle, nature, personal, Uncategorized
On this wet Sunday afternoon, quiet beckons with slender tendrils and we head out, dogless and solitary, seeking only a spit of dry ground to wander the rock-encrusted coastline just down the road from our little town; Recently returned from half a world away heads...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 25, 2017 | lifestyle, musings, Uncategorized
We hardly ever call a blouse a blouse in these days of tops and tees and such. Yet in Mrs. Helsel’s 1967 eighth grade homemaking class (to which only girls were admitted – boys were relegated to ‘shop), we were required to sew an A-line skirt and a blouse. With...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 11, 2017 | happiness, lifestyle, musings, philosophy, relationships, Uncategorized
Is it familiar, the aching sentiment when what seemed known becomes assumption and once again melts down, dilutes into watercolor illusion, deceiving like a dramatic heist of the pureness of Being; All feels just until it ceases to be, no more mistaking favor...
