by Bela Johnson | Dec 30, 2020 | musings, nature, perspective, philosophy, relationships, Uncategorized
An avalanche or a rockslide cleaves sharply from its origins; boulders of perception tumbling, tumbling, thundering carelessly over terrain flinching passively; unexpected projectiles lodging fragments into storied ice; Millennial madness, and it drives and it falls...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 4, 2020 | country living, lifestyle, musings, nature, perspective, Uncategorized
I read him Mary Oliver’s luminous words in bed at night, perceptions written nearer her end and yes there is sadness, his eyes well uncomfortably, who wouldn’t wish (were it possible) to turn away from the degradation of nature loved with the whole of our...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 26, 2020 | lifestyle, nature, perspective, Uncategorized, wildlife
I Sounds like a woman screaming. Then I snap back from my twilight reverie, Coyote is on the move, or calling the brood in for the night; there must be a den of them across the vast fields and rushing stream, seeking safety in the forest about the same time every...
by Bela Johnson | May 9, 2020 | compassion, family, forgiveness, healing, perspective, Uncategorized
Today I posted an apology to my mother, now deceased, on Facebook. Apologized for not being more patient, more understanding; in essence a better daughter. Immediately friends rallied around me, supporting and consoling in these shared reflective times in that way...
by Bela Johnson | May 5, 2020 | COVID-19, musings, nature, patience, perspective, philosophy, Uncategorized
I must keep reminding myself, this is not just about me; nothing I have done or failed to do, it was timing, good or poor, none of us could have predicted just how and when the changes this precious earth needed in order to cleanse herself of one species’...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 27, 2020 | inspiration, nature, perspective, philosophy, Uncategorized
I have chosen to come here to this place, bleak and dry and windblown after the harshness of winter; the land has been in isolation too, as it perpetually will uncomplainingly, year following year, why do we humans resist it so? The is-ness of life is a thing we have...
