by Bela Johnson | Oct 15, 2025 | earth witness, philosophy, poetry, regeneration, Uncategorized
More growth coming, and I breathe deep, knowing why I am here, why you are here, why we so rarely recognize the miracle; We are not in this togetherin the sense of waiting upon othersfor our own self realization; These are not times for preachers or spiritual...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 13, 2025 | nature, philosophy, regeneration, Uncategorized
This morning the wind carriesa music older than memory,older than the borders drawnto divide what was oncesimply Earth, breathing; I walk the garden in silence,feet on too-dry soil, and I pay tributeto the ones who have always knownhow to listen—to rain as ally,to...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 3, 2025 | awakening, inspiration, philosophy, self awareness, Uncategorized
If I am never to return to a form once embraced, rejected,explored – I am going to have to live life on purpose,awaken my potential, neither denying the darknessnor the light, but rather growing, albeit too slowly,into something I Am – something authentic...
by Bela Johnson | Feb 7, 2024 | growing up, healing, inspiration, philosophy, sense of place, Uncategorized
Do we take in the good, or still believe, when presentedwith it, that it’s simply not there, not real? I was raised with my fair share of negativity; product, I think, of a heavy-handed religion which diminished any female’s needs, never mind wants, and...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 22, 2023 | climate change, community, creativity, philosophy, sustainability, Uncategorized
Hundreds of times a day, epiphanies arise and I am open to them,whether in the garden or walking the dogs, and I would call these momentsinformation leaks from the Universe, as if the sky had tiny holes and bitsof drift were floating down like dandelion fluff or the...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 6, 2023 | gardening, lifestyle, nature, perspective, philosophy, Uncategorized
As stars wink conspiratorially, I wonder once againwhat my purpose is in this realm if not to love and beloved, which we are and always will be by the very factthat we draw breath, and yet those I have loved the mostare on their own trajectories, nothing on earth is...
