by Bela Johnson | Dec 11, 2018 | inspiration, nature, philosophy, poetry, self awareness, Uncategorized
Be the hero of your own life, gathering disparate threads as a spider weaves her tapestry into patterns collected in perfect symmetry, harnessing dewdrops of morning, bright dawn of a new day; Bending not breaking through the winds of change, then radiating like a...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 26, 2018 | dreaming, nature, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
I see you, Sister Moon, as you skitter across metal rooftops, bathing the landscape in your pale silvery frost, calling me up and out of fretful sleeplessness, leaving me now to wonder on which coast I lie, memories of chill mornings, stoking wood fires, perpetually...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 15, 2018 | compassion, human interest, perspective, philosophy, Uncategorized
I saw her today, glimpsed her like a new creature shining and bright, free of the heavy cloak of denotation, bronze I have cast her in despite myself, all these years of believing she could in any way be known; Inside my own skin I remain a mystery, unfolding like the...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 28, 2018 | musings, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
Over the precipice I crouch, ready to fly, far from nature’s firm embrace, my familiar; wondering now what remains, how to regain ground if the choice is to stay; I have been here before many times; only jump, I counsel, and you will rise like the phoenix, sail...
by Bela Johnson | Sep 28, 2018 | musings, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
My love for the land, whether thick wood or freshwater, has never left my awareness, ever seeking shelter in the bosom of Creation, Gaia Mother, by whatever name she may be known; And as I return to this rugged terrain of my birth, I am reminded that grace is ever...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 29, 2018 | Hawaii, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
So much to contemplate, days without distraction save the pattering and drumming of rain and more rain upon metal roof, wind in absentia selling short the hurricane; Time alone in a storm differs from time alone by intent, the former leaving one feeling trapped and...
