by Bela Johnson | Apr 11, 2023 | awkening, lifestyle, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
I went back not in time, but in topographical memory,to a place where leaves swirl and tumble into crosshatchednetworks of red and gold and green, lying still as delayedspringtime in roadside piles, now in varying shadesof umber, sienna, ochre and dun, fashioning soil...
by Bela Johnson | Feb 16, 2023 | musings, perspective, philosophy, self awareness, truth, Uncategorized
The white hot truth is no truth at all,save the passionate conviction that a thingis real to one, and little can convincea person of its opposite, though mindsare opening all around me these days,lovely multicolored parachutes waftingdown out of the ethers like the...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 23, 2022 | lifestyle, nature, perspective, philosophy, spirituality, Uncategorized
Fresh blooms of cirrus in muted hues of silverpunctuate the bluest sky imaginable, thougheven northern New Mexico hazes over from timeto time these days, unlike thirty years agowhen we first touched earth in these northby southwestern climes; Cerulean heavens magnify...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 29, 2022 | musings, perspective, philosophy, Uncategorized
I woke up this morning and Got It,I mean, kinesthetically in-my-bonesto-my-soul Got It. All was perfect,the heaviness the damp brought aboutwas gone, and in its place, an incrediblelightness of being; Of course the mind stepped into save the day, or so it thought,to...
by Bela Johnson | May 30, 2022 | nature, perspective, philosophy, Uncategorized
There is a pause, before the rosy light of eveningblinks her last, as fragile hummingbirds ceasetheir whirling dance around feedersand the incessant cackle of jays, the waterfalltrilling of blackbirds, retreat to the deep armsof the forest as night creatures...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 13, 2021 | creativity, human interest, musings, perspective, philosophy, Uncategorized
Some things are not meant to be,though I still save space for them,not knowing divine timingor even my own mind sometimes,and what is this compulsionto occupy perceptual emptiness,is it simply creativity seekinga natural outlet, the crashing surfcarving out caves on...
