by Bela Johnson | Oct 5, 2022 | climate change, community, gardening, lifestyle, nature, Uncategorized
These slate skies are familiar, in a strangeillogical way; here, there are mountains,no sea in sight, and though mists appearlike fog, it is high desert with rivers runningthrough forested landscapes, their watersunreliable as winter ocean waves in Hawaiior storms...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 15, 2022 | gardening, lifestyle, musings, nature, perspective, Uncategorized
From the dark ocean to the lighter skiesof New Mexico, Mother Earth remainsmy focus, my love, my joy; It took awhile to learn different soils,rich loam to clay and sand, mysteriousdeep sea waters to high altitude desert,cradled by Ponderosa and piñon forests,and yes,...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 13, 2022 | compassion, death, freedom, human interest, lifestyle, Uncategorized
We are all moving on to the next level,just as he did after coming throughwalls, us sitting at our kitchen table,pleading eyes confused, conflicted; Nobody spoke of suicide in that place,yet there he was, and I had to askanother neighbor if she knewwhat had happened;...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 8, 2022 | community, growing up, lifestyle, nature, Uncategorized
I always had dirt between my toes, beginning when I was old enough to toddle, and my parents did not care, having come out west from Chicago, land of the freezing, and I do not remember any scolding for it, surely I would if it existed, walked on blistering...
by Bela Johnson | Feb 12, 2022 | country living, lifestyle, nature, perspective, Uncategorized
The music of the universe greets me daily,voices on the wind, crackling throughheavily laden boughs of pine trees,chattering black and blue birds arrivingin massive flocks every morning to the feeder,ravens and magpies keeping their distance,waiting on fence posts out...
by Bela Johnson | Sep 17, 2021 | human interest, lifestyle, perspective, self awareness, Uncategorized
The concert grand stands indifferentlyin a palatial room built to house it;Hardly anyone spends time here,admiring frescoes and French lace,worn Italian club chairs gatherin around no one, empty opulencemarking privilege of the lostand missing inhabitants; Halfway...
