by Bela Johnson | Aug 14, 2012 | community, lifestyle, personal, Uncategorized
Today is one of those days I get to learn, once again, it’s not about me. Not even remotely. I have lived too long to believe days like this to be fraught with coincidence; rather it seems they are best spent close to home. Unfortunately, it’s hard to know this until...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 8, 2012 | lifestyle, love, personal, Uncategorized
Few visages of children appear as though destiny is inscribed upon them. We’d all like to believe life is an open book shaped by the choices we make. Still, she had one of those faces: pale, putty-colored, cow-eyed. Her placid gaze was cool, arms hanging alongside...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 26, 2012 | lifestyle, personal, technology, Uncategorized
It’s all I can do these days to write, never mind read. I long for a few hours to catch up on reading posts from my little WordPress community. Meanwhile, a stack of nine books graces my night table, and I’ve not gotten through half the first in two months’...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 17, 2012 | Hawaii, lifestyle, personal, random thoughts, Uncategorized, writing
I always said I could write about anything. Give me a picture, subject, predicate. Poetry or prose, grant me a sunny day and I’ll witness miracles all around that flow effortlessly from my pen. Writing is what I have always done and will always do, regardless...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 5, 2012 | lifestyle, nature, personal, philosophy, science, Uncategorized
Ever since I was little, I’ve been exploring the underside of things. As a small child, I’d toddle down behind our house in the foothills of the San Gabriel mountains, wading into the stream bisecting a grove of eucalyptus before, that is, it was turned...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 3, 2012 | community, lifestyle, peace, philosophy, politics, Uncategorized
Tomorrow our nation will celebrate its roots and we ourselves will go in search of a fireworks display. Some of my fondest memories are of lying supine on velvety summer grass, gasping at vibrant hues exploding over my head. Hearing someone’s toddler gasping,...
