by Bela Johnson | Jun 14, 2013 | Hawaii, musings, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
The hollowness of morning rain drums against a parched landscape. There is nothing sweeter than waking to its sound, especially after watering extensively last night to keep the orchids, red ginger and herbs; the flowering shrubs happy. The newly planted shower tree...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 11, 2013 | home, lifestyle, love, personal, relationships, Uncategorized
My husband used to share this ritual upon arising. Decided years ago by both of us as an act of caretaking a loving relationship, making the bed has fallen to me of late, as he’s up and gone, often shortly past sunrise. These are the rhythms of our lives – the...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 6, 2013 | lifestyle, musings, personal, travel, Uncategorized
The young man’s smile is engaging, while his girlfriend sits placidly, brow furrowed with tension, locked in a computer embrace. They are from Chicago, and have taken the train to Davis, California to a friend’s wedding. He possesses a rather lovely SLR/digital...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 4, 2013 | family, personal, relationships, travel, Uncategorized
The tall, well-nourished Japanese man smiles as, with a tight smile, he manually indicates that it’s okay for me to sit near him in the Parlour Car. A somber looking ten year-old sits across from him, raven hair spilling into dark eyes riveted upward. It’s clear he’s...
by Bela Johnson | May 30, 2013 | musings, personal, travel, Uncategorized
Tight grey curls and a wide-open face introduce the gentleman across from me in the Parlour Car. He has recently awoken, joining a scant five of us who are snapping photos of fog-laced forests and fields. Clad in a yellow and white bicycling jersey, this is a self...
by Bela Johnson | May 28, 2013 | family, happiness, personal, relationships, Uncategorized
I’m afraid of going home. Clad in layers of Sherpa wear purchased at an outdoor store to keep me warm and waterproof in Portland, I feel out of place boarding a plane bound for the Hawaiian Islands. While I’m homeward bound, excited visitors gather in flip-flops,...
