by Bela Johnson | Dec 27, 2021 | human interest, musings, nature, perspective, Uncategorized
When I gaze out over the fieldand spot a herd of elk, whichupon closer inspectionis really only distantsagebrush; when I, in a flashlasting no longer than amillisecond, see my own bodyas a juniper tree, I no longerquestion it; We are all made of the sameelements...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 13, 2021 | creativity, human interest, musings, perspective, philosophy, Uncategorized
Some things are not meant to be,though I still save space for them,not knowing divine timingor even my own mind sometimes,and what is this compulsionto occupy perceptual emptiness,is it simply creativity seekinga natural outlet, the crashing surfcarving out caves on...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 29, 2021 | musings, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
On the gentle winds that swirl around,I hear the echoes of past, present, future,voices of the ancestors, whispersonly the smallest attenuated bonesof a dog’s ear can hear, but: Listen; Just under the threshold of consciousness,word images form, wisdom that...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 26, 2021 | healing, human interest, musings, nature, perspective, Uncategorized
Awake in the pre-dawn, the fields look empty,vast; wild creatures have long claimed the night,daytime unsafe for them in the companyof our species, and I know somewhere out thereis a fox leaping onto a rodent, a bear paddingtoward her den in the nearby hills, mountain...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 2, 2021 | desert life, musings, nature, perspective, philosophy, Uncategorized
I read him Mary Oliver’s luminous words in bed at night, perceptions written nearer her end, and yes, there is sadness, his eyes well uncomfortably, who wouldn’t turn away (were it even possible) from the degradation of nature loved with the whole of our...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 28, 2021 | COVID-19, mindfulness, musings, nature, perspective, Uncategorized
Things will never be what they once were, yet haven’t these pandemic times been a needed shakedown of colossal proportions? A viral reminder that sameness, routine, even the time of a ticking clock are all human constructs, illusions we have gathered around us,...
