by Bela Johnson | Jan 5, 2016 | lifestyle, marriage, musings, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
To glimpse in an early morning sky painted cerulean, Venus, the Morning Star, and I know, if nothing else is certain, today the earth is rewed to herself, committed to rhythms and processes we humans take for granted, greening as she is around edges of slumber soaked...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 31, 2015 | lifestyle, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
I miss building huge bonfires, where, in the midst of 60 acres of Maine woods with good snow cover, we would set match to paper and twig, urging spark to flame, then fanning to a crescendo of conflagration. Stepping back to avoid singeing hair and nostrils, we’d...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 16, 2015 | lifestyle, personal, poetry, writing
Each time I am asked, my spirit is willing, yet somehow I still suffer from a sort of social malaise, and I cannot name where it comes from, save enormous overwhelm in situations where many discover delight. I know I may fool you, for I genuinely love people, though I...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 8, 2015 | lifestyle, mindfulness, philosophy, self awareness, Uncategorized
In a brief respite from being Me, I discover possiblities inherent in the unlimited; perspectives only hinted at from far edges of consciousness during the best of times. In a momentary pause from self identification, I sit writing this now, afraid without trembling...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 24, 2015 | lifestyle, love, musings, personal, Uncategorized
If I wanted right now I could ask, Please come and hold me. And you would, no excuses, if I wanted. If I asked, you would drop the tool from your hands, help me gather debris hacked from our jungle yard, no complaining. It is not that you lack direction, far from it....
by Bela Johnson | Nov 7, 2015 | happiness, lifestyle, philosophy, psychology
Most of the things we carry did not come through a portal straight into our hands. Most of the things we carry were collected then forgotten like stones on a dusty shelf somewhere in the recesses of our home and mind. Still these burdens are there, churning around...
