by Bela Johnson | Oct 13, 2020 | dreaming, lifestyle, love, musings, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
The poem that had to be written at two in the morning;was it carried on the wind building force in the night,pushing harder on my head until, evoking surrender,I turn the page and silently push the pencil,watching words forming, shapes curving alongsideone another,...
by Bela Johnson | May 17, 2020 | musings, philosophy, self awareness, Uncategorized
Once in a great while I detect glimpses, sensations, impulses; what it felt like, those intrepid days of youth, out of the house, seeding my own liberation, or so I thought; I could dress up, casting spells upon the dance floor, long wavy auburn hair flowing about me,...
by Bela Johnson | May 5, 2020 | COVID-19, musings, nature, patience, perspective, philosophy, Uncategorized
I must keep reminding myself, this is not just about me; nothing I have done or failed to do, it was timing, good or poor, none of us could have predicted just how and when the changes this precious earth needed in order to cleanse herself of one species’...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 5, 2020 | community, consciousness, nature, peace, philosophy, Uncategorized
I write, and I start; write and I stop; what can be said in these times? Only that what many consider real out there is simply not my reality. Yet how to explain this so that people don’t feel as though I am being careless or crass? The fact is, I care so much...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 27, 2020 | inspiration, nature, perspective, philosophy, Uncategorized
I have chosen to come here to this place, bleak and dry and windblown after the harshness of winter; the land has been in isolation too, as it perpetually will uncomplainingly, year following year, why do we humans resist it so? The is-ness of life is a thing we have...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 4, 2020 | nature, philosophy, self awareness, Uncategorized
A light shaft slices down the lane through the truffled cover of night, bouncing heaven-first to shoulders, traveling the length of my spine to the tips of chilled fingers, then perceived again clearly through another’s warmed skin, like holding a...
