by Bela Johnson | May 31, 2016 | inspiration, musings, philosophy, Uncategorized
Hearts worn fragile on expectation can’t survive this world unwhole; transform stagnant, rout out tension, shake the body and warm the soul; Creation seethes with complication, chase of swordplay-brandished past; in this age of subtler doings, heed the chances...
by Bela Johnson | May 17, 2016 | musings, people, philosophy, psychology, Uncategorized
All we know of another may be only what our illusions support; if we want a savior, they become that in our minds, even our cells; if we need a lover, a mother, a brother, best friend, they become that as well, until, exhausted from the weight of the world’s...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 26, 2016 | happiness, musings, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
What if nature existed merely to be noticed; if our job in life was simply to recognize the fundamental glory of Creation, discover a place, either town or in forest, relax, enjoy, and flow with the current? What if time, itself was only a ruse to keep us anchored to...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 19, 2016 | musings, nature, philosophy, psychology, relationships, Uncategorized
The conflict between doing what is right and what I want no longer exists, bargain made long ago to check impulses back, years after the rebellion. What is it that compels us to harm ourselves and others through the careless daring of youth obsessed with boundaries,...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 29, 2016 | musings, nature, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
Red and thorny rose, Rugosa memorized my heart while cruising Acadia’s coastline trail in younger times, longer times, youth captured in floral scent, theories one espouses while waiting for life to begin in earnest. I regret nothing. There is nothing to return to,...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 12, 2016 | Maine, musings, nature, Uncategorized
Onto the written page they march, good little minions of inspiration cultivated since childhood, dipping pen into wells of collective memory, stories taking shape like the smooth drape of river water flowing over the Penobscot Dam, where I would sit and contemplate...
