by Bela Johnson | Aug 14, 2023 | earthfirst, Gaia, nature, perspective, photography, rivers, Uncategorized
Express everything just like Mother Nature, she doesnot hold back! Her beauty lies everywhere, if webut observe outside the concrete and steel jungleshumans have built to house their billions; though somecities take the initiative to preserve islands of greenhere and...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 30, 2020 | creativity, inspiration, nature, photography, poetry, Uncategorized
We wait for it, court it, this breath the newborn has little choice but to take, the drawing in, and from whence does it come? Some think they know, call it muse, the artist cares only to the degree that it serves, insinuates itself, etheric substance filling up and...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 2, 2020 | country living, home, lifestyle, nature, photography, Uncategorized
I have spent too many hours marking time, waiting for changes to come, passing precious moments in feckless meandering, spinning wheels, Ariadne in the shadows, balls of twine raveling and lying in a tangled heap at my feet; Now we have arrived, dream fulfilled,...
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 | Jun 11, 2019 | gardening, Hawaii, lifestyle, nature, photography, Uncategorized
Sitting still always an option, gazing at mellow reflections, morning light on old fir flooring burnished by the feet of generations; yet compelled, ever coaxed out of doors and into an emerald wonderland punctuated by floral scents and hues, exuberant birdsong,...
