by Bela Johnson | Feb 18, 2014 | animals, lifestyle, nature, personal, random thoughts, Uncategorized
I have never managed to save one, not that I haven’t tried. All my life I have discovered fledglings, either crowded out of the nest or cast out, or injured in the attempt to gain instant knowledge of flight. As a child it was neighborhood cats who preyed upon...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 13, 2013 | freedom, musings, nature, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
I know a woman who labels everything. It causes me to smile sometimes and cringe at others, especially when she confers cutesy monikers upon wild creatures. It seems insensitive to me, to somehow expect the dwindling nonhuman free spirits of the world to be shackled...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 25, 2013 | animals, musings, nature, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
If you ever met a mongoose, I doubt it would elicit your admiration. Crafty and cunning, they slink low to the ground, falling upon eggs or killing baby birds the way eagles pluck fish out of clear running water, only not nearly as majestic. Unlike squirrels peppering...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 20, 2013 | nature, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized, writing
As a writer and an introvert, I need solitude. Lots of it, every day. Mental, physical, psychic, energetic space in which to recharge and to maintain balance. The older I get, the greater the impulse toward spaciousness, as if somehow my spirit knows that, by the end,...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 25, 2013 | musings, nature, personal, philosophy, poetry, Uncategorized
I loathe cold coffee, though I find cool tea palatable. Beyond explanation, only one derives from Latin America, the other from the Orient. Perhaps entwined in the hairlike strands of my DNA lurks an obscure memory of peasants whirling; bright colors arcing...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 18, 2013 | healing, inspiration, nature, poetry, Uncategorized
We contain it in consciousness; Remember, so we do not forget, and get on with our lives or risk drowning in despair. Each day pregnant with unknowing, we risk all by walking out the door; mingling with the masses or digging in the soil. Even there, shards of...
