by Bela Johnson | May 16, 2018 | musings, nature, Uncategorized
There is something profound delimiting each place I have claimed as home; the tar-pungent tang of creosote bush portending rain, sweeping sideways as though pencil- sketched on dun-colored canvas as it spills from oceanic heavens along open stretches of Mojave desert;...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 17, 2018 | musings, perspective, politics, truth, Uncategorized
Bring yourself, oh mortal, down from strata high above, perhaps we should remind you that attention is not love; It’s fine to think you’re welcome here among us in our midst, still, you might not care to hear that you’re no better than the rest; The boldness of your...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 13, 2018 | musings, perspective, Uncategorized
The body comes last as she bounds into chaos, the day, to work on no breakfast for starters, watching her weight as is the call of her generation, Twiggy-thin or else considered fat, little choice in the matter but to subsume any physical appetites which, by the way,...
by Bela Johnson | Feb 20, 2018 | love, musings, nature, perspective, philosophy, Uncategorized
Drip, drip, drip, the rains come and drop from the ends of ti leaves scorched yellow by ceaseless sun even during this Hawaiian winter while the rest of the country lies deeply buried in drifts of snow or snarled in turbulence of another sort; Drip, drip, drip and I...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 14, 2018 | Hawaii, musings, perspective, Uncategorized
Yesterday we had a shakedown for residents of Hawaii. A false alarm popped up on cellphones warning us of an imminent ballistic missile attack. I didn’t have my warnings enabled, but my husband showed me his phone. Our reactions were much the same. Well, what are we...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 22, 2017 | family, musings, Uncategorized
Christmas was ever my favorite time of year, and though I knew brother John was shaking sleigh bells just outside near the prized gardenias, it did not matter, there was harmony, excitement building toward that magical morning when, tiptoeing, little eyes spied most...
