by Bela Johnson | Jan 14, 2018 | Hawaii, musings, perspective, Uncategorized
Yesterday we had a shakedown for residents of Hawaii. A false alarm popped up on cellphones warning us of an imminent ballistic missile attack. I didn’t have my warnings enabled, but my husband showed me his phone. Our reactions were much the same. Well, what are we...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 9, 2018 | love, nature, perspective, poetry, Uncategorized
Vistas of the inner mind expand before me, always visibly rich, effervescent with possibilities. Some appear through a thin mist while others focus cleanly into view like adjusting the diopter on my camera. Love makes allowances for horizons. Now. When younger...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 3, 2018 | nature, perspective, philosophy, Uncategorized
The headaches come and she weeps alone; afraid or is it ashamed to let anyone know the hurt inside, the eye-popping terror of a heart in chains, distress kept private in a world that yearns for performance art; I myself get them rarely, though I am familiar with pain,...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 22, 2017 | love, perspective, philosophy, Uncategorized
I could spend the rest of my life ruminating: this is why I do not create bonds easily, trust takes years, betrayal ever ready to sharpen its fangs on a tender heart; I could say it’s because you abandoned me and failed to protect us Mother, and it would be true, in...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 15, 2017 | Maine, nature, perspective, Uncategorized
Listening to an Annie Proulx’s Barkskins on audiobook while painting today, I think I am no storyteller. A poet, yes. Fleshing out characters for a story seems intrusive somehow, as though I were borrowing another’s eyes so that I might view the world in a different...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 7, 2017 | perspective, philosophy, psychology, self awareness, Uncategorized
Do not torture yourself with what-if’s, unknown to you now or in future times, mind-blowing images the result of imagination in overdrive, time to regroup, redirect into something worthwhile; Humans are creative beings who do not do well when long sated, beacon-like...
