by Bela Johnson | Dec 31, 2013 | inspiration, philosophy, poetry, Uncategorized
The world hinges on a moment, an hour when this concept of calendar brought into fashion by Julius Caesar seeking convenience amidst conquering, becomes the standard on which we pin hopes, dreams, intentions. Pick a time in space, like the biblical god of...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 13, 2013 | freedom, musings, nature, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
I know a woman who labels everything. It causes me to smile sometimes and cringe at others, especially when she confers cutesy monikers upon wild creatures. It seems insensitive to me, to somehow expect the dwindling nonhuman free spirits of the world to be shackled...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 9, 2013 | personal, philosophy, science, Uncategorized
Who would have thought that looking up one’s age as a number on the periodic table of elements would result in another amazing revelation? Yet here I am, just turned sixty, googling my element like a child on a scavenger hunt. Here’s what I...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 2, 2013 | musings, personal, philosophy, poetry, relationships, Uncategorized
Now fold your arms, and bow your head. And listen, while the prayer is said. ~ from my childhood Stop. Look. Listen. I learned them well as a child growing up on concrete and asphalt; backdrop of mountains and trees. Sitting in Sunday school, arms...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 25, 2013 | animals, musings, nature, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
If you ever met a mongoose, I doubt it would elicit your admiration. Crafty and cunning, they slink low to the ground, falling upon eggs or killing baby birds the way eagles pluck fish out of clear running water, only not nearly as majestic. Unlike squirrels peppering...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 20, 2013 | nature, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized, writing
As a writer and an introvert, I need solitude. Lots of it, every day. Mental, physical, psychic, energetic space in which to recharge and to maintain balance. The older I get, the greater the impulse toward spaciousness, as if somehow my spirit knows that, by the end,...
