by Bela Johnson | Oct 8, 2012 | animals, Hawaii, lifestyle, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
We live down the street from a rooster farm – no, make that two rooster farms. We didn’t know about one of them, which only came into being a week after we settled into this place. It wasn’t a conscious decision to be or not to be in company with such an...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 21, 2012 | animals, Hawaii, nature, Uncategorized
“Young man,” said Miss Block“It’s eleven o’clock! This school beginspromptly at eight-forty-five;Why, this is a terrible time to arrive!Why didn’t you come just as fast as you could?What is your excuse, and it better be good!” “This morning, Miss Block, when I left...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 3, 2012 | animals, happiness, nature, personal, Uncategorized
Fog kissed the perimeter of the inlet, awash in the salmon palette of dawn. Scratched across its surface stretched a long expanse of lumber, rough-hewn and weathered smooth by time. Blinking in the light, she placed bare lily feet upon its surface; padded silently to...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 24, 2012 | animals, healing, inspiration, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
There are many responses to stress, none of which are apt to work consistently when under the gun. I know – I have tried. Deep breathing and centering are now ingrained habits. When even they fail to quell the chaos, I know my threshold is once again being...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 5, 2012 | lifestyle, nature, personal, philosophy, science, Uncategorized
Ever since I was little, I’ve been exploring the underside of things. As a small child, I’d toddle down behind our house in the foothills of the San Gabriel mountains, wading into the stream bisecting a grove of eucalyptus before, that is, it was turned...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 20, 2012 | community, compassion, nature, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
The wound is the place where the light enters you. ~ Rumi I believe it was yogi John McAfee who offered that at some point in our lives, we have all wanted a person to be an illusion. Mea culpa. I grew up holding fairy tales in one hand and the threat of nuclear...
