by Bela Johnson | Mar 11, 2015 | happiness, musings, personal, Uncategorized
I think most of us come into life this way. Open, free, arms and legs flailing, lungs gulping air and expelling futility. We have no idea of the world until we do. We find it safe or frightening, depending on luck, circumstance, and perhaps fate. I wonder about...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 3, 2015 | lifestyle, musings, nature, popular culture
We are so willing to click in and go for the ride. Neurons firing and off we jettison into yet another collective illusion while the god of Abraham, bless his heart, calls it good. It’s all good. The miracle of bodies in time and space. Damn...
by Bela Johnson | Feb 17, 2015 | lifestyle, musings, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
There are a hundred matters one cannot un-do. Frost’s forked path in the midst, and I took the road less traveled. What has it brought me, in the end? What redemption, if not recognizing the fullness of existence to the marrow permeating all life? Spirits lie...
by Bela Johnson | Feb 3, 2015 | compassion, musings, patience, philosophy, Uncategorized
If I knew I would die on a Thursday, would I be as anxious to get to Friday? Waiting is something I’ve done a great deal of in this life. It has taught me both vigilance as well as patience. Waiting has been my teacher in nonattachment. As a kid, it was so hard...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 13, 2015 | lifestyle, musings, philosophy, poetry, Uncategorized
The world hinges on a moment, an hour when the concept of a calendar brought into fashion by Caesar, desiring convenience amidst conquering, becomes the standard on which we pin hopes, dreams, intentions. Pick a time in space like the biblical god of Abraham, and call...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 6, 2015 | musings, poetry, writing
You like it, you do not – I really don’t care enough to stop writing what comes through my hair straight into my brain, fixing there. When shadows collect, fester under the skin, they erupt like a boil leaking poison within. I would much rather offer my musings...
