by Bela Johnson | Aug 25, 2015 | lifestyle, philosophy, poetry, popular culture, psychology
To have existed is not enough, importance placed elsewhere in a culture where life itself holds little value; She searches, flailing frantically, coming socially unhinged, unsure of any positive contribution now, before, future colliding kaleidoscopically on a...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 25, 2015 | nature, philosophy, poetry, self awareness, Uncategorized
Renewing my world happens in flashes of insight. If I gaze across twilight in dread of darkness impending, I negate the incubating promise of restoration with the breaking of morn; I shun my own body, fecund with potential percolating possibilities yet to be realized,...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 28, 2015 | inspiration, lifestyle, nature, peace, poetry, Uncategorized
Restriction is a mindset borne of concrete and steel and stasis. Seen and not heard. Sit still in school. Conditioned respect a static response. Still, wander out into the countryside, its very nature abundance. Just notice! Trees swaying wildly, birds warbling...
by Bela Johnson | Feb 23, 2015 | community, lifestyle, nature, poetry, transformation, Uncategorized
I began leaving home in the womb, winter-weary parents packing up kids and dreams, fleeing frozen for fallacy ill conceived through jeweled blinders, backs turned stubbornly on a kinder fate. No Valley Girl at heart, I came to rely upon mountains and creatures too...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 13, 2015 | lifestyle, musings, philosophy, poetry, Uncategorized
The world hinges on a moment, an hour when the concept of a calendar brought into fashion by Caesar, desiring convenience amidst conquering, becomes the standard on which we pin hopes, dreams, intentions. Pick a time in space like the biblical god of Abraham, and call...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 6, 2015 | musings, poetry, writing
You like it, you do not – I really don’t care enough to stop writing what comes through my hair straight into my brain, fixing there. When shadows collect, fester under the skin, they erupt like a boil leaking poison within. I would much rather offer my musings...
