by Bela Johnson | May 3, 2016 | Hawaii, inspiration, lifestyle, nature, personal, Uncategorized
I wish to remember, recall feelings first experienced when landing on Hawai’ian shores twenty-five years ago; warm damp breezes on pale skin, imminence of realities poking threadbare theories full of holes, prodding into shapes of settle down, learn to receive,...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 12, 2016 | Hawaii, lifestyle, nature, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
The parking lot teems with canopies, surging currents flooding over voices animated with greeting as we totter across the channel, picking through boulders, broken concrete, dogs in tow, luau feet wobbling unsteadily on paddleboards, crescendos of laughter; and off...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 1, 2016 | Hawaii, lifestyle, musings, nature, poetry, Uncategorized
In the phenomenon of night sky, I watched the moon rise full against an indigo canvas; Rose-rimmed clouds drifting along, causing stars to glisten like the silvery skeletons of jets in flight, billowing by under stealth of inky half-light, advancing across the heavens...
by Bela Johnson | Feb 16, 2016 | culture, lifestyle, philosophy, popular culture, spirituality, Uncategorized
It’s a tricky thing, ask for one thing, get another, just what is needed. Understood. Shake hands with fate, agree to the veiling not an ending, rather the beginnings of a new life, tabula rasa. Oh, the beauty! Tastes and smells and five, maybe six senses all...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 26, 2016 | lifestyle, philosophy, Uncategorized
Everything undulates slightly in the twilit hours, rippling gently as a mirage. What seems solid during daylight becomes other by nightfall, as things left unresolved return to haunt the living. Thus we dwell upon passing thoughts, full-blown as stories once told to...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 12, 2016 | lifestyle, musings, nature, poetry, Uncategorized
To stand on a cliff overlooking the shore gazing northward, then east, send the mariners home. While out in the distance clouds bear the fading sun on their shoulders, the Gods contemplating, Filling glasses tipped gently into their reflection, over black diamond...
