by Bela Johnson | Jul 16, 2013 | musings, people, personal, poetry, Uncategorized
Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home. Your house is on fire; your children all roam. Grief washes over me in surprising waves, currents flowing into eddies in the folds of my brain. She fidgets in the nursing home; picking feathers off false birds needing no tending....
by Bela Johnson | Jul 2, 2013 | musings, personal, philosophy, poetry, relationships, Uncategorized
Now fold your arms, and bow your head. And listen, while the prayer is said. ~ from my childhood Stop. Look. Listen. I learned them well as a child growing up on concrete and asphalt; backdrop of mountains and trees. Sitting in Sunday school, arms...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 25, 2013 | animals, musings, nature, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
If you ever met a mongoose, I doubt it would elicit your admiration. Crafty and cunning, they slink low to the ground, falling upon eggs or killing baby birds the way eagles pluck fish out of clear running water, only not nearly as majestic. Unlike squirrels peppering...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 14, 2013 | Hawaii, musings, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
The hollowness of morning rain drums against a parched landscape. There is nothing sweeter than waking to its sound, especially after watering extensively last night to keep the orchids, red ginger and herbs; the flowering shrubs happy. The newly planted shower tree...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 6, 2013 | lifestyle, musings, personal, travel, Uncategorized
The young man’s smile is engaging, while his girlfriend sits placidly, brow furrowed with tension, locked in a computer embrace. They are from Chicago, and have taken the train to Davis, California to a friend’s wedding. He possesses a rather lovely SLR/digital...
by Bela Johnson | May 30, 2013 | musings, personal, travel, Uncategorized
Tight grey curls and a wide-open face introduce the gentleman across from me in the Parlour Car. He has recently awoken, joining a scant five of us who are snapping photos of fog-laced forests and fields. Clad in a yellow and white bicycling jersey, this is a self...
