by Bela Johnson | Aug 13, 2019 | gardening, musings, philosophy, photography, self awareness, Uncategorized
I don’t know how I swallowed the myth that life would ease with age, itself, the oncoming traffic of debts and obligations never slows; in fact it seems sped up as we work at carving out time away to regain sanity lost in forgetting that all is illusion; still,...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 30, 2019 | gardening, Hawaii, nature, philosophy, photography, Uncategorized
The world cries out for Mother; fast food and high heels can never get us back to hands in earth, in soil, rich firmament above, dark umber below; heads in a clear azure sky and feet on the goodness of ground; On the ground we may feel, can sense a pulsing heartbeat,...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 24, 2019 | Hawaii, inspiration, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
Hold onto the preciousness of this day, squeeze it until dawn breaks, fanning out like silvery wings of a hawk circling overhead, spreading a watercolor morning across misty skies, eggs cracked into creamy melted butter in a hot silvery pan; Hold fast, wind sweeping...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 28, 2019 | healing, musings, philosophy, Uncategorized
Perfect timing is universally ordained, though once I did not believe it so; perfection was something I could attain with enough effort, enough input, by simply and assiduously being Enough for everyone and for all time; Then the learning began. Years of silence,...
by Bela Johnson | May 25, 2019 | #writephoto, friendship, gardening, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
A cat crouches low in the shadows of the rectory, and it has been long since I have been in the company of cats; dogs sprawl lazily outside monolithic stone walls while snakes coil under rocks and birds light gently from branch to branch; The sun rises, sets, rises...
by Bela Johnson | May 14, 2019 | musings, nature, philosophy, Puget Sound, Uncategorized
The wind through the firs sounds like the distant thundering South Pacific from our island home, yet similarities end there, ruddy nose running from unaccustomed chill and fingers reluctant to part from pockets; It has been years since I rooted feet in forest soil,...
