by Bela Johnson | Mar 17, 2016 | dogs, love, nature, Uncategorized
There is a presence, here and now; the bellows of breath, warmth of blood, the feeling, even if imagined, that we are connected, one to the other. We each have our memories, after all. Your passing removes that utterly, and somehow the same hand lying on the same fur...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 12, 2016 | Maine, musings, nature, Uncategorized
Onto the written page they march, good little minions of inspiration cultivated since childhood, dipping pen into wells of collective memory, stories taking shape like the smooth drape of river water flowing over the Penobscot Dam, where I would sit and contemplate...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 1, 2016 | Hawaii, lifestyle, musings, nature, poetry, Uncategorized
In the phenomenon of night sky, I watched the moon rise full against an indigo canvas; Rose-rimmed clouds drifting along, causing stars to glisten like the silvery skeletons of jets in flight, billowing by under stealth of inky half-light, advancing across the heavens...
by Bela Johnson | Feb 1, 2016 | inspiration, nature, philosophy, spirituality, Uncategorized
Circling myself now like an osprey I once observed fishing, sitting by the Union River on a chill fall day, eyes fastened upon icy grey currents, swirling and eddying under the arched bones of trees; who could guess what she saw and how, yet surely as my beating...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 12, 2016 | lifestyle, musings, nature, poetry, Uncategorized
To stand on a cliff overlooking the shore gazing northward, then east, send the mariners home. While out in the distance clouds bear the fading sun on their shoulders, the Gods contemplating, Filling glasses tipped gently into their reflection, over black diamond...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 5, 2016 | lifestyle, marriage, musings, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
To glimpse in an early morning sky painted cerulean, Venus, the Morning Star, and I know, if nothing else is certain, today the earth is rewed to herself, committed to rhythms and processes we humans take for granted, greening as she is around edges of slumber soaked...
