by Bela Johnson | May 23, 2013 | lifestyle, musings, personal, Uncategorized
Swaying with the rhythm of the rails, today’s trains glide rather than clack along the tracks. In 1925, Southern Pacific was contracted to build a railroad spanning from Roseville, California to Springfield Junction, Oregon near the town of Eugene. This feat of...
by Bela Johnson | May 21, 2013 | family, love, musings, personal, relationships, Uncategorized
My mother kept things. She didn’t quite know what to do with people: seven children; two husbands; countless grand- and great-grandchildren. She also rescued or fostered several dogs and a few cats in her almost eighty-nine years. She might have made it to...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 25, 2013 | musings, nature, personal, philosophy, poetry, Uncategorized
I loathe cold coffee, though I find cool tea palatable. Beyond explanation, only one derives from Latin America, the other from the Orient. Perhaps entwined in the hairlike strands of my DNA lurks an obscure memory of peasants whirling; bright colors arcing...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 11, 2013 | inspiration, musings, personal, poetry, Uncategorized, writing
I write. Not because I must, or because I am compelled by some unseen force like the devil nipping at my backside. I used to write to expel emotion, to coax forth whatever poison lingered from the confusion of youth, to purge whatever angst, anger, judgment and...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 9, 2013 | healing, inspiration, musings, personal, poetry, Uncategorized
There are times when the veil is drawn. Days go missing, while retreat seems the only option – Time away from the world to heal; to gather fragments and splinters back to a body weakened with pain and strange imaginings. Many eschew the need...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 27, 2013 | inspiration, musings, nature, philosophy, poetry, Uncategorized
Like clouds of breath rising from a steaming tub or the formless spines of cumulus; Untethered thoughts wander, free of their mooring in the harbor of the heart. Vexation arises – too much elemental air. We need earth to grow: tunnels of wriggling...
