by Bela Johnson | May 9, 2017 | Hawaii, lifestyle, nature, personal, Uncategorized
On this wet Sunday afternoon, quiet beckons with slender tendrils and we head out, dogless and solitary, seeking only a spit of dry ground to wander the rock-encrusted coastline just down the road from our little town; Recently returned from half a world away heads...
by Bela Johnson | May 2, 2017 | nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
Just because it’s all they’ve ever known doesn’t mean it’s all they know. This was a thought, post grief, after observing for myself creatures my child self deemed mystical: kookaburra, wombat, wallaby, koala; none in a feral state, of course. Which brought up those...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 13, 2017 | nature, philosophy, psychology, spirituality, Uncategorized
The unity of the human race dictated by the global village we anxiously inhabit – while still looking for a safer place to settle – is a unity that far transcends the sexual attraction of opposites. It is rather a unity that issues from a profound identity that...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 21, 2017 | Hawaii, lifestyle, nature, Uncategorized
In the silvery light of morning when nothing else matters, save the thread of a cock crowing in the distance; face of my beloved etched stilly in that pale gleam before sound, as might have existed in the beginning, prior to clamorous tires on asphalt; kettle set to...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 7, 2017 | lifestyle, nature, philosophy, random thoughts, Uncategorized
Black is the color of undefined space, of chasms so large many fear to fall, inky background behind the night rainbow void of busy-ness of day, flowing cleanly down the split shaft of an old quill pen, seeping deeply into dimples of vellum; Striking contrast, none or...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 1, 2017 | lifestyle, musings, nature, personal, philosophy, psychology, Uncategorized
We all have our demons. For some, it’s thoughts that cycle endlessly. Others are awash in images moving rapidly across the inner vision like a series of frames. Like gazing directly into the morning sun and seeing orbs burned into whatever else one is looking at...
