by Bela Johnson | Dec 31, 2013 | inspiration, philosophy, poetry, Uncategorized
The world hinges on a moment, an hour when this concept of calendar brought into fashion by Julius Caesar seeking convenience amidst conquering, becomes the standard on which we pin hopes, dreams, intentions. Pick a time in space, like the biblical god of...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 16, 2013 | musings, people, personal, poetry, Uncategorized
Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home. Your house is on fire; your children all roam. Grief washes over me in surprising waves, currents flowing into eddies in the folds of my brain. She fidgets in the nursing home; picking feathers off false birds needing no tending....
by Bela Johnson | Jul 2, 2013 | musings, personal, philosophy, poetry, relationships, Uncategorized
Now fold your arms, and bow your head. And listen, while the prayer is said. ~ from my childhood Stop. Look. Listen. I learned them well as a child growing up on concrete and asphalt; backdrop of mountains and trees. Sitting in Sunday school, arms...
by Bela Johnson | May 15, 2013 | inspiration, lifestyle, philosophy, poetry, Uncategorized
Whence cometh the longing? That yearning for home, for Other? Where is home if not within? We travel eternities through life, death, time and space … Perhaps each realm confers its own forgetfulness; maybe this is the bargain we make so we don’t jump ship....
by Bela Johnson | May 8, 2013 | family, personal, poetry, relationships, Uncategorized
She doesn’t want to let me go – it’s in the blood. Like cells, we divide, move apart; couple up with others, and revel in the familiar of an original template: family. Our mother is leaving us, hysterical now with dementia. It’s fun to watch her laugh, as we...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 25, 2013 | musings, nature, personal, philosophy, poetry, Uncategorized
I loathe cold coffee, though I find cool tea palatable. Beyond explanation, only one derives from Latin America, the other from the Orient. Perhaps entwined in the hairlike strands of my DNA lurks an obscure memory of peasants whirling; bright colors arcing...
