by Bela Johnson | Dec 13, 2017 | musings, philosophy, popular culture, Uncategorized
Money’s not love and it isn’t respect, it sure isn’t friendship, it doesn’t buy that; So retreat if you must in a world overmuch, when content and timbre appear out of touch; Regroup and resist, the temptation is grand, hold onto your vision all else out of...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 17, 2017 | happiness, human interest, musings, personal, poetry, Uncategorized
The waters of birth released me, dolphin-like, into a realm of wonder and delight, only to realize I was swimming with sharks; they, friendly enough when sated, aggressive and dangerous when needy and I swam for my life, filling lungs and stomach and for the sheer...
by Bela Johnson | Sep 19, 2017 | musings, nature, philosophy, psychology, Uncategorized
How can we begin to understand the nature of simplicity, here in the Western world? Is our restlessness symptomatic of a deeper yearning to know our sense of place more profoundly? Many of us are feeling called to a life less fettered with consumerist trappings and...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 24, 2017 | musings, philosophy, self awareness, Uncategorized
The exquisite beauty of youth is lost on the young, ego in overdrive, unseated soul; We’re as deep as what we think we know, but oh! A fragile petal waiting to be plucked; and from that very moment, life begins winking off and on until, settled into its vase, it...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 18, 2017 | family, musings, philosophy, self awareness, spirituality, Uncategorized
I grew up amidst plenty, Depression-era lack transformed into expensive Japanese silk paintings hung above a cut glass table, black lacquer chairs, raw silk seats reserved for holidays unfit for seven children, dreams of people I never really knew, though they...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 7, 2017 | creativity, musings, personal, poetry, Uncategorized, writing
Quill pressed to vellum and the raven liquid bleeds onto the page, seeping into parchment as words impress themselves on minds of those who seek elucidation; There is no turning back save the alchemy of fire, while a mere century later, fingers snap plastic keys as a...
