by Bela Johnson | Oct 10, 2025 | animals, Maine, nature, New Mexico, silence, Uncategorized, wildlife
I lived four years in the high desert mountainsof New Mexico, the ranch house ringedby variegated greens of piñon pine,cedar and Ponderosa, and beyond the forestlay fields of sage, their silver-gray shimmerunbroken but for wind, the dark shadowsof ravens, and the...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 8, 2025 | animals, compassion, nature, Observations, relationships, Uncategorized
I could write about the tiny Arabian horse, her pale matted coat grown to maximum for the winter, nature knowing what her children need toward the end of life – once luster and beauty as only youth can confer – later, stripped back to essentials, hip bones...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 6, 2025 | gardening, nature, relationships, self awareness, transformation, Uncategorized
It’s new, it’s not, the bones remember, though I forgot;another year collapsing into itself like a wavethat folds and folds until the ocean swallows sound; Was I kind enough? Did I hold the ones I lovewithout trying to fix their pain? Or did I burn too...
by Bela Johnson | Sep 27, 2025 | healing, lifestyle, nature, sustainability, Uncategorized
I see a wide cerulean expanse of oceanunder the cyan light of endless sky;though all may not be as it seems – The ocean appears calm and serenefrom where I stand, miles distant,yet surely there are voids and tunnels,rocks and coral remnants of once-vital...
by Bela Johnson | Sep 26, 2025 | inspiration, nature, relationships, self awareness, transformation, Uncategorized
How many times have I fallen,only to rise again -despite my doubts; How many times have I heardwhispered: not yet…do not give up,do not give in;there is still more to offer; Live long enoughand you begin to recognizethe ebb and flow,the tidal pull of existence;ends...
by Bela Johnson | Sep 9, 2025 | awakening, consciousness, healing, musings, nature, Uncategorized
It seems days roll into nights too vast for winkingstars and spinning galaxies, while the wind blows as everand the ocean flows its indigo rhythms as timeremains this human folly we cannot bend or break;still in one blink, gardens are created, another housebecomes...
