by Bela Johnson | Jan 17, 2017 | musings, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
These days I feel like cousin to a pelican – ponderous creatures relying on thermals to gather them along as they soar above the sandy shores of the California coastline where I grew up. Rarely alone and most often in small groups, pelicans possess a sharpshooter’s...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 3, 2017 | Hawaii, lifestyle, musings, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
Rain rolls in fits and starts down the runnels of the grey metal roof, clinking onto metal strata, bouncing off plywood placed just so to prevent the elder Lab from setting teeth to soil, who knows why, lately it’s his thing, no harm, only odd in his well-provisioned...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 13, 2016 | Hawaii, healing, lifestyle, musings, nature, Uncategorized
I do not flourish in chaos, though some thrive completely therein; I’ve caused and I’ve witnessed the sorrows that settle just under the skin; You may tempt me or taunt as it pleases, that is your need, not mine to behold; I prefer and I cherish the spaces in deep...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 29, 2016 | lifestyle, musings, nature, philosophy, psychology, Uncategorized
We live, we learn, we dream ourselves awake into this life, unfurl curling brain stems in the brilliance of day (not the inky blackness of night, save Cereus, her beauty known only to those willing to stumble onto her luminous crown, mind the thorns, all beauty has...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 18, 2016 | lifestyle, musings, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
I find no comfort in half-light or half-truths, cities where false neon glows pass for daytime neverending, unremembered history, ancient drumming of rain on clay tiles and cobbled stones, retaining naught but a fraction of huddled humanity, while farmers awakened in...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 4, 2016 | family, food, lifestyle, musings, Uncategorized
Bread by hand is baked in oven, tapped out gently, further cooling, placed in storage, bagged and ready, then is toasted days and after, to a crisp and even browning; Edges blackened, flash of silver knife is peeling curls of butter loose from glass jar, lying gently...
