by Bela Johnson | Dec 14, 2020 | country living, high desert, lifestyle, nature, Uncategorized
Looking out this window seems sacrament. We are surrounded by Ponderosa pine forest, and, as in Hawaii with the ocean, I tend to take the trees more for granted, the longer our tenure in this place. I remind myself to remain better in touch with not only these regal...
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 30, 2020 | creativity, inspiration, nature, photography, poetry, Uncategorized
We wait for it, court it, this breath the newborn has little choice but to take, the drawing in, and from whence does it come? Some think they know, call it muse, the artist cares only to the degree that it serves, insinuates itself, etheric substance filling up and...
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 26, 2020 | lifestyle, nature, perspective, Uncategorized, wildlife
I Sounds like a woman screaming. Then I snap back from my twilight reverie, Coyote is on the move, or calling the brood in for the night; there must be a den of them across the vast fields and rushing stream, seeking safety in the forest about the same time every...
