by Bela Johnson | Dec 30, 2020 | musings, nature, perspective, philosophy, relationships, Uncategorized
An avalanche or a rockslide cleaves sharply from its origins; boulders of perception tumbling, tumbling, thundering carelessly over terrain flinching passively; unexpected projectiles lodging fragments into storied ice; Millennial madness, and it drives and it falls...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 11, 2020 | desert life, lifestyle, musings, nature, philosophy, sense of place, Uncategorized
Hawaii was a visual banquet. At every turn I couldn’t help myself. I visually grabbed until, overstuffed, I collapsed in sensory overload. Lush tropical foliage, expansive ocean views that ranged from turquoise to indigo, most set against jet black lava. A loop...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 13, 2020 | musings, nature, philosophy, self awareness, Uncategorized
A vast ocean casts itself into view, each wave thunders to shore as if it had always known; black sand responding, surrendering to the current, an entire unseen world existing under the sea. I don’t even recognize who looks out from my eyes some days, I know so...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 4, 2020 | country living, lifestyle, musings, nature, perspective, 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 wish (were it possible) to turn away from the degradation of nature loved with the whole of our...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 20, 2020 | love, musings, people, Uncategorized
The dance we do, two partners holding a thin sheet of paper between them, no hands, just bodies aware of that small bit of substance, mute as snow, drifting not crashing into the weight of it; The dance we do locks eyes and hearts as one small thing, defining us,...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 13, 2020 | dreaming, lifestyle, love, musings, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
The poem that had to be written at two in the morning;was it carried on the wind building force in the night,pushing harder on my head until, evoking surrender,I turn the page and silently push the pencil,watching words forming, shapes curving alongsideone another,...
