by Bela Johnson | Feb 8, 2021 | animals, desert life, lifestyle, nature, self awareness, Uncategorized
Winding down the mountain road, layers obviate themselves; Ponderosas and then cottonwoods and aspens on either side, the Vallecitos River winding along now-fallow fields, rolled or baled hay stacked near livestock, snow-capped peaks in the distance, mountains beyond...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 14, 2020 | country living, high desert, lifestyle, nature, Uncategorized
Looking out this window seems sacrament. We are surrounded by Ponderosa pine forest, and, as in Hawaii with the ocean, I tend to take the trees more for granted, the longer our tenure in this place. I remind myself to remain better in touch with not only these regal...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 11, 2020 | desert life, lifestyle, musings, nature, philosophy, sense of place, Uncategorized
Hawaii was a visual banquet. At every turn I couldn’t help myself. I visually grabbed until, overstuffed, I collapsed in sensory overload. Lush tropical foliage, expansive ocean views that ranged from turquoise to indigo, most set against jet black lava. A loop...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 4, 2020 | country living, lifestyle, musings, nature, perspective, Uncategorized
I read him Mary Oliver’s luminous words in bed at night, perceptions written nearer her end and yes there is sadness, his eyes well uncomfortably, who wouldn’t wish (were it possible) to turn away from the degradation of nature loved with the whole of our...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 26, 2020 | lifestyle, nature, perspective, Uncategorized, wildlife
I Sounds like a woman screaming. Then I snap back from my twilight reverie, Coyote is on the move, or calling the brood in for the night; there must be a den of them across the vast fields and rushing stream, seeking safety in the forest about the same time every...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 13, 2020 | dreaming, lifestyle, love, musings, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
The poem that had to be written at two in the morning;was it carried on the wind building force in the night,pushing harder on my head until, evoking surrender,I turn the page and silently push the pencil,watching words forming, shapes curving alongsideone another,...
