by Bela Johnson | May 16, 2017 | culture, philosophy, self awareness, Uncategorized
We all die. Relics left behind for others, once culturally defined, a slurry now of overcooked vegetables in the melting pot of what humanity has become; For better, we are more homogenous, conferring fewer reasons to hate that which is and ever was kindred. Knowing...
by Bela Johnson | May 2, 2017 | nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
Just because it’s all they’ve ever known doesn’t mean it’s all they know. This was a thought, post grief, after observing for myself creatures my child self deemed mystical: kookaburra, wombat, wallaby, koala; none in a feral state, of course. Which brought up those...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 13, 2017 | nature, philosophy, psychology, spirituality, Uncategorized
The unity of the human race dictated by the global village we anxiously inhabit – while still looking for a safer place to settle – is a unity that far transcends the sexual attraction of opposites. It is rather a unity that issues from a profound identity that...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 11, 2017 | happiness, lifestyle, musings, philosophy, relationships, Uncategorized
Is it familiar, the aching sentiment when what seemed known becomes assumption and once again melts down, dilutes into watercolor illusion, deceiving like a dramatic heist of the pureness of Being; All feels just until it ceases to be, no more mistaking favor...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 28, 2017 | community, equality, lifestyle, philosophy, Uncategorized
Here we are, 3000 miles in the middle of the sea; not even remotely trying to be part of the mainland culture most folks who were born in Hawaii simply call America. It is enough, this melange of beautiful people whose origins always make for good guessing games....
by Bela Johnson | Mar 14, 2017 | healing, musings, philosophy, psychology, Uncategorized
I’ve never understood where the salve to heal the trauma of living as a mortal human exists, save in my own heart; I cannot impel you to live by my own standards yet notice eyes brimming with perpetual misery, reflect back on my own need for it, the drive to feel...
