by Bela Johnson | Jun 28, 2016 | personal, random thoughts, self awareness, Uncategorized
Birthdays and holidays have always been tricky for me. These are occasions where we indulge in the pleasure of being remembered by those we love, times we can feel a bit special and pampered. Or at least that’s true for many women I know, some givers to the point of...
by Bela Johnson | May 4, 2016 | friends, healing, nature, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
You’ve got to get it out, I said, out where the poison can drain harmlessly onto thirsty ground, where the pain cannot solidify into suffering, send it back to its source purified, clarified, transformed; Asphyxiated, a soul cannot draw in-spiration, we must unknot...
by Bela Johnson | May 3, 2016 | Hawaii, inspiration, lifestyle, nature, personal, Uncategorized
I wish to remember, recall feelings first experienced when landing on Hawai’ian shores twenty-five years ago; warm damp breezes on pale skin, imminence of realities poking threadbare theories full of holes, prodding into shapes of settle down, learn to receive,...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 12, 2016 | Hawaii, lifestyle, nature, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
The parking lot teems with canopies, surging currents flooding over voices animated with greeting as we totter across the channel, picking through boulders, broken concrete, dogs in tow, luau feet wobbling unsteadily on paddleboards, crescendos of laughter; and off...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 29, 2016 | musings, nature, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
Red and thorny rose, Rugosa memorized my heart while cruising Acadia’s coastline trail in younger times, longer times, youth captured in floral scent, theories one espouses while waiting for life to begin in earnest. I regret nothing. There is nothing to return to,...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 19, 2016 | love, people, personal, self awareness, Uncategorized
who seems too pious for the picking and more like Vermeer’s Girl, something suggested only as if she knows she’s goddess, while the other is bent toward God; I am not one of those who harbors yearning for the unresponsive, though I understand the predilection. Still,...
