by Bela Johnson | Feb 19, 2013 | competition, lifestyle, musings, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
Growing up in a large family, competition was fierce. I learned how to aspire; often succeeding, especially when it came to academia in which I excelled. And although I didn’t grow up having to mandatorily don a skirt or restrict myself to half-court basketball like...
by Bela Johnson | Feb 5, 2013 | personal, philosophy, science, spirituality, technology, Uncategorized
Years ago I read something that caused me to wonder if all of Creation – humans included – is God evolving Itself (as opposed to the puppet master God, pulling the strings in that great theatre in the sky). There may always be much we do not or cannot...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 24, 2013 | family, personal, philosophy, poetry, popular culture
I was five then, as we crowded around the black and white TV, watching patterns on a blank screen labeled THIS IS JUST A TEST. When the high-pitched drone became unbearable, we reluctantly switched it Off. Now we have color and vexing bands of text endlessly scrolling...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 23, 2013 | inspiration, peace, personal, philosophy, spirituality, Uncategorized
Trust – release – let go – let God. All words then Worlds within collide. My past – my path, They churn inside. How busy the mind with endless thoughts and chatter – When now, in this moment, Only silence need...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 17, 2013 | community, lifestyle, philosophy, spirituality, Uncategorized
None of us is any more special than another. No matter what we think of ourselves. We’d all do well to remember this, right down to our bones. Death is the great leveler, as is physical nakedness. If we all kept death in our sights while thoroughly embracing...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 15, 2013 | personal, philosophy, random thoughts, science, Uncategorized, writing
As a writer, it seems I’ve come to this strange juncture of late, where words are beside the point. It’s not writers’ block, because I could always write about anything under the sun. It’s more like a space in time where I find I’m fatigued by the effort of using...
