by Bela Johnson | Feb 21, 2017 | lifestyle, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
When I lived in Maine where seasons merged at nature’s whim, I was often devastated by the sudden and profound advent of the equinox. In thirty-two sets of seasons, I can honestly say I was never fully prepared. Perhaps as a result of my birth and upbringing on warmer...
by Bela Johnson | Feb 7, 2017 | lifestyle, musings, nature, philosophy, psychology, Uncategorized
Do you ever wish things were other than they are? I sometimes indulge in fantastical ruminating more than I’d like, and should know better. Some days are so fraught with challenges, I must force myself to look outside and acknowledge that the day is simply a day; a...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 24, 2017 | lifestyle, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
Growing up white in mid-century, upper middle class southern California was very much like a popularity contest. If one were thin, preferably blond and fairly liberal with one’s affiliations, life moved along much as well oiled cogs in a gear. My own hair when I...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 17, 2017 | musings, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
These days I feel like cousin to a pelican – ponderous creatures relying on thermals to gather them along as they soar above the sandy shores of the California coastline where I grew up. Rarely alone and most often in small groups, pelicans possess a sharpshooter’s...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 10, 2017 | lifestyle, nature, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
Fanning the still air, back and forth, back and forth, alchemist palming the blue fire of potential; it stifles me, this heat, blood clearly not meant for boiling. Tools line up like minions awaiting my grasp; mute, dumb things without which this half-acre garden...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 3, 2017 | Hawaii, lifestyle, musings, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
Rain rolls in fits and starts down the runnels of the grey metal roof, clinking onto metal strata, bouncing off plywood placed just so to prevent the elder Lab from setting teeth to soil, who knows why, lately it’s his thing, no harm, only odd in his well-provisioned...
