by Bela Johnson | Jun 18, 2021 | animals, climate change, desert life, gardening, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
Mysterious new things moveto the cadence of nature’s drum,the cry of destruction loudly rings;Aloha aina, care for the land,it matters not where we chooseto root ourselves, the mandateis the same: we must returnto the Garden, discover innocence lost when simple...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 2, 2021 | desert life, musings, nature, perspective, philosophy, Uncategorized
I read him Mary Oliver’s luminous words in bed at night, perceptions written nearer her end, and yes, there is sadness, his eyes well uncomfortably, who wouldn’t turn away (were it even possible) from the degradation of nature loved with the whole of our...
by Bela Johnson | Feb 22, 2021 | community, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized, wildlife
Driving to the post office two miles down the road, a camouflaged coyote sits, watching traffic go by, head swiveling to and fro, ears perking up when I spot her, and we think we speak different languages; Yesterday as I approached our mountain home, a female elk...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 30, 2020 | musings, nature, perspective, philosophy, relationships, Uncategorized
An avalanche or a rockslide cleaves sharply from its origins; boulders of perception tumbling, tumbling, thundering carelessly over terrain flinching passively; unexpected projectiles lodging fragments into storied ice; Millennial madness, and it drives and it falls...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 11, 2020 | desert life, lifestyle, musings, nature, philosophy, sense of place, Uncategorized
Hawaii was a visual banquet. At every turn I couldn’t help myself. I visually grabbed until, overstuffed, I collapsed in sensory overload. Lush tropical foliage, expansive ocean views that ranged from turquoise to indigo, most set against jet black lava. A loop...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 13, 2020 | musings, nature, philosophy, self awareness, Uncategorized
A vast ocean casts itself into view, each wave thunders to shore as if it had always known; black sand responding, surrendering to the current, an entire unseen world existing under the sea. I don’t even recognize who looks out from my eyes some days, I know so...
