by Bela Johnson | Dec 21, 2025 | happiness, perspective, Uncategorized
Daily writing promptWhen are you most happy?View all responses I find happiness a curious word,as if it depends on a sustained surgeof endorphins the body was never meantto carry for long.As if we’re meant to walk the worldwith a grin pasted on our...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 7, 2025 | perspective, poetry, process, shadow, Uncategorized
My ego is not an animalthat needs feeding; the placeyou can touch is my heart —but please go gently,with due respect. You need only possessa genuine concernfor the inner person,fragile being not unlike yourself —fellow traveler throughthis brief burst in eternity. You...
by Bela Johnson | Sep 22, 2025 | compassion, culture, lifestyle, peace, perspective, Uncategorized
Deep feminine breath tapped into Source,and how on earth could I possibly hold back;though there are times for restraint, I guess; I am not one of those who find it easyto inhabit that particular ken; rather,when passion seeks an outlet for healingor for humor, I am...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 12, 2024 | compassion, friendship, healing, human interest, nature, perspective
We may or may not ever meet again,but this precious moment is alive, here and now,and each encounter is precious, whether we like itor not, whether we have predicted or scheduledthe meeting, so here we are, players shuffledon the board or in the hand like playing...
by Bela Johnson | Sep 16, 2024 | climate change, growing up, people, perspective, Uncategorized
Outraged at articles portraying stark realities of Venezuelanimmigrants among others, desperate to depart the dearestcountries of their birth, as our ancestors did, onceupon a not too distant time; Freedom is what we all long for, not the liberties seizedby the...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 25, 2024 | awakening, healing, human interest, lifestyle, perspective, Uncategorized
Sometimes I reflect on my life and it’s hard to believeit really was me; those years of confusion, trial by fire,choices made; as grit in an oyster, collecting experienceslike pearls forming, oh so slowly, though I knew notwhat they would reveal, nor had the...
