by Bela Johnson | Feb 17, 2015 | lifestyle, musings, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
There are a hundred matters one cannot un-do. Frost’s forked path in the midst, and I took the road less traveled. What has it brought me, in the end? What redemption, if not recognizing the fullness of existence to the marrow permeating all life? Spirits lie...
by Bela Johnson | Feb 10, 2015 | lifestyle, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
Searching the thesaurus to avoid duplication of the term sensitive only confirms cultural bias: touchy, hypersensitive, easy offended, easily upset, easily hurt (easy, easily, easily – thesaurus in need of a thesaurus), thin-skinned, defensive, paranoid,...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 13, 2015 | lifestyle, musings, philosophy, poetry, Uncategorized
The world hinges on a moment, an hour when the concept of a calendar brought into fashion by Caesar, desiring convenience amidst conquering, becomes the standard on which we pin hopes, dreams, intentions. Pick a time in space like the biblical god of Abraham, and call...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 30, 2014 | lifestyle, musings, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
What is this sense of restlessness, a companion elbowing me on the bus to nowhere in particular; a dynamism like some archaic Discoverer’s gene poking its crusty head out between demands and an uncertain future? Is it a product of attaining a certain age,...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 16, 2014 | creativity, inspiration, lifestyle, philosophy, Uncategorized
I find myself in the middle of an eye, watching myself in its blank stare. The moment scatters. Motionless, I stay and go: I am a pause. ~ Octavio Paz I’m riding my bike into town, thinking of how the world looks through my own eyes. My view, my dream, my world. As if...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 9, 2014 | compassion, family, inspiration, lifestyle, Uncategorized
My mother didn’t touch me, but you can’t give what you didn’t get. ~ Maria Shriver Why has it taken me most of my life to understand parents as fallible human beings rather than the perfect archetypal models my Inner Child yearns for? Don’t I already understand that a...
