by Bela Johnson | Oct 26, 2022 | gardening, musings, nature, patience, Uncategorized
Fifteen degrees on the outdoor thermometer, and I dread walking out to an unheated greenhouse, though he tells me I should, prepares me for what I am about to witness; Tomato plants first, laden with unripened fruit, no fault, didn’t get the structure built on...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 17, 2022 | forgiveness, musings, nature, personal, Uncategorized
Where on earth do I belong?I have taken up space on this orbfor nearly seventy years, manyof these spent in utter confusion,lost to myself, leaving many others to wonder, who is this being?As if I, myself held the answers,aware of my motivations, I did not; And I get...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 29, 2022 | musings, perspective, philosophy, Uncategorized
I woke up this morning and Got It,I mean, kinesthetically in-my-bonesto-my-soul Got It. All was perfect,the heaviness the damp brought aboutwas gone, and in its place, an incrediblelightness of being; Of course the mind stepped into save the day, or so it thought,to...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 15, 2022 | gardening, lifestyle, musings, nature, perspective, Uncategorized
From the dark ocean to the lighter skiesof New Mexico, Mother Earth remainsmy focus, my love, my joy; It took awhile to learn different soils,rich loam to clay and sand, mysteriousdeep sea waters to high altitude desert,cradled by Ponderosa and piñon forests,and yes,...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 15, 2022 | country living, happiness, Maine, musings, nature, Uncategorized
Have you ever heard something fallunder water, the dull scrapeof a fishing weight onto granite rock,the drag, fisherman on the surface,oblivious to you hiding, suspendedalongside dull mossy green bass,still and not struggling betweencrevasses of boulders, tumbled by...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 18, 2022 | animals, humor, musings, personal, perspective, Uncategorized
I would rather die laughing, even if I am the butt of the joke; Life has too many twists and turns and not enough levity, yet not for lack of instances that might provoke hoots of delight; I remember in college there was a gal who wanted to write about serious things,...
