by Bela Johnson | Jun 14, 2013 | Hawaii, musings, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
The hollowness of morning rain drums against a parched landscape. There is nothing sweeter than waking to its sound, especially after watering extensively last night to keep the orchids, red ginger and herbs; the flowering shrubs happy. The newly planted shower tree...
by Bela Johnson | May 15, 2013 | inspiration, lifestyle, philosophy, poetry, Uncategorized
Whence cometh the longing? That yearning for home, for Other? Where is home if not within? We travel eternities through life, death, time and space … Perhaps each realm confers its own forgetfulness; maybe this is the bargain we make so we don’t jump ship....
by Bela Johnson | May 3, 2013 | philosophy, psychology, relationships, Uncategorized
From Wikipedia: the Jungian shadow often refers to all that lies outside the light of consciousness, and may be positive or negative. “Everyone carries a shadow,” Jung wrote, “and the less it is embodied in the individual’s conscious...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 25, 2013 | musings, nature, personal, philosophy, poetry, Uncategorized
I loathe cold coffee, though I find cool tea palatable. Beyond explanation, only one derives from Latin America, the other from the Orient. Perhaps entwined in the hairlike strands of my DNA lurks an obscure memory of peasants whirling; bright colors arcing...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 23, 2013 | inspiration, philosophy, popular culture, science, Uncategorized
In 1969, I was a high school freshman. Middle school had bussed me from a known quantity – a neighborhood in which I thrived with friends I’d known since kindergarten – into flights of stairs and home rooms and tennis courts and football fields and oh, so...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 4, 2013 | compassion, happiness, inspiration, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
How long can one exist on just a story? I think some people live out the entirety of their days in the thrall of fabrication. And many don’t realize it until it is too late. I remember My Story. It began in the distant past, and I coughed it up and out like a...
