by Bela Johnson | Apr 4, 2013 | compassion, happiness, inspiration, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
How long can one exist on just a story? I think some people live out the entirety of their days in the thrall of fabrication. And many don’t realize it until it is too late. I remember My Story. It began in the distant past, and I coughed it up and out like a...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 2, 2013 | food, Hawaii, lifestyle, personal, Uncategorized
Strange ritual, this gorging on holidays. Course after course – for we have paid dearly for them – slides down the hatch in habitual response to colors, textures, tastes. The floor is flagstone; the chairs in this grand old hotel are plastic, of all...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 14, 2013 | happiness, inspiration, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
It’s satisfying to discover menopause as an unexpected gift. No longer vexed or driven by floods of hormones, I’m far more able to settle into my body in a new way; to focus more acutely on what’s essential to my growth as a human being. There’s a time to...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 12, 2013 | happiness, healing, inspiration, personal, Uncategorized
It has been predicted: this is My Lucky Year. A once-in-a-lifetime return of the Water Snake, which blessed the annum of my birth. If I make it to 120 years of age, I’ll have another, but it’s not likely to happen. So of course I wait for money, good fortune,...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 4, 2013 | lifestyle, nature, personal, poetry, random thoughts, Uncategorized
I cannot wear sequins. A closet full of skirts and dresses tried on over the years; wishful thinking. What I do, where I live does not lend itself to swoops of air between the legs; bluster and sparkle. No need for headlights. It feels like a...
by Bela Johnson | Feb 19, 2013 | competition, lifestyle, musings, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
Growing up in a large family, competition was fierce. I learned how to aspire; often succeeding, especially when it came to academia in which I excelled. And although I didn’t grow up having to mandatorily don a skirt or restrict myself to half-court basketball like...
