by Bela Johnson | Jan 16, 2014 | happiness, lifestyle, philosophy, poetry, relationships, Uncategorized
What was important then empties into bleakness as we relax now, savoring moments inside skin; dropping defenses if we are lucky, losing the act if we are smart so that others may access our heart. What is it about the young, pushing against, away – only...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 11, 2013 | home, lifestyle, love, personal, relationships, Uncategorized
My husband used to share this ritual upon arising. Decided years ago by both of us as an act of caretaking a loving relationship, making the bed has fallen to me of late, as he’s up and gone, often shortly past sunrise. These are the rhythms of our lives – the...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 6, 2013 | lifestyle, musings, personal, travel, Uncategorized
The young man’s smile is engaging, while his girlfriend sits placidly, brow furrowed with tension, locked in a computer embrace. They are from Chicago, and have taken the train to Davis, California to a friend’s wedding. He possesses a rather lovely SLR/digital...
by Bela Johnson | May 23, 2013 | lifestyle, musings, personal, Uncategorized
Swaying with the rhythm of the rails, today’s trains glide rather than clack along the tracks. In 1925, Southern Pacific was contracted to build a railroad spanning from Roseville, California to Springfield Junction, Oregon near the town of Eugene. This feat of...
by Bela Johnson | May 15, 2013 | inspiration, lifestyle, philosophy, poetry, Uncategorized
Whence cometh the longing? That yearning for home, for Other? Where is home if not within? We travel eternities through life, death, time and space … Perhaps each realm confers its own forgetfulness; maybe this is the bargain we make so we don’t jump ship....
by Bela Johnson | Apr 16, 2013 | competition, healing, home, lifestyle, Uncategorized
There is nothing I can say that could possibly convey my feelings of sadness and horror at what happened at the Boston Marathon yesterday. The complexity of emotions, interplaying with thoughts almost too onerous to bear, needs to be worked out first, somehow. It is...
