by Bela Johnson | Aug 6, 2013 | inspiration, love, personal, Uncategorized
I’ve begun writing with yet another group of powerful women. Our theme is Mothers and Daughters, and while I was pondering my first submission to the group, this little ditty sprang into my head before I settled down to compose my ‘real’ piece....
by Bela Johnson | Jul 16, 2013 | musings, people, personal, poetry, Uncategorized
Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home. Your house is on fire; your children all roam. Grief washes over me in surprising waves, currents flowing into eddies in the folds of my brain. She fidgets in the nursing home; picking feathers off false birds needing no tending....
by Bela Johnson | Jul 9, 2013 | personal, philosophy, science, Uncategorized
Who would have thought that looking up one’s age as a number on the periodic table of elements would result in another amazing revelation? Yet here I am, just turned sixty, googling my element like a child on a scavenger hunt. Here’s what I...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 2, 2013 | musings, personal, philosophy, poetry, relationships, Uncategorized
Now fold your arms, and bow your head. And listen, while the prayer is said. ~ from my childhood Stop. Look. Listen. I learned them well as a child growing up on concrete and asphalt; backdrop of mountains and trees. Sitting in Sunday school, arms...
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,...
