by Bela Johnson | Jul 26, 2012 | lifestyle, personal, technology, Uncategorized
It’s all I can do these days to write, never mind read. I long for a few hours to catch up on reading posts from my little WordPress community. Meanwhile, a stack of nine books graces my night table, and I’ve not gotten through half the first in two months’...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 19, 2012 | happiness, inspiration, personal, Uncategorized, writing
How many books can be stacked atop a bedside table? Right now there are no less than eight; the ninth is in my hand. Is it variety I crave? Or simply that I cannot shelve what remains unread – a steady stream of volumes I’ve yet to fully digest...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 17, 2012 | Hawaii, lifestyle, personal, random thoughts, Uncategorized, writing
I always said I could write about anything. Give me a picture, subject, predicate. Poetry or prose, grant me a sunny day and I’ll witness miracles all around that flow effortlessly from my pen. Writing is what I have always done and will always do, regardless...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 10, 2012 | happiness, healing, personal, philosophy, spirituality, Uncategorized
Many are looking for levity these days, and with all the overwhelm of a world in turmoil, it might feel like the only thing that can facilitate a little sanity. There’s a compulsion to read lighthearted stories, partake in side-splitting humor. A propensity to eschew...
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 28, 2012 | friends, healing, love, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
In this throwaway world, I’ve spent a good many years of early life trying relationships on like costumes. If the fit wasn’t right, I was disinclined to pursue its trajectory into and through troubled waters. Too afraid of how I would react to conflict, it was less...
