by Bela Johnson | Jan 5, 2021 | culture, perspective, politics, Uncategorized
There is a divide growing in the US larger than the Grand Canyon.The Grand Canyon is a spectacular natural wonder, whereas events leading up to the scope of this divide have been anything but. Quite literally, Americans have been cleaved along lines of those for...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 17, 2018 | musings, perspective, politics, truth, Uncategorized
Bring yourself, oh mortal, down from strata high above, perhaps we should remind you that attention is not love; It’s fine to think you’re welcome here among us in our midst, still, you might not care to hear that you’re no better than the rest; The boldness of your...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 6, 2017 | nature, philosophy, politics, psychology, spirituality, Uncategorized
When first I met you, bright-eyed one, brow creased, corners of that small mouth turned down in concentration, trying to understand the mind of God as if I might help you do that; None you sought failed in this, not even those blue foggy mountain ridges where eagles...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 8, 2016 | musings, philosophy, politics, popular culture, Uncategorized
I worry in these times of tumultuous inequality, masses awaiting what passes as wisdom, poured liberally from the lips of the rich and famous as if one’s financial status automatically confers erudition; At the very least, living amidst the bizarre loosens folds in...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 29, 2015 | philosophy, politics, popular culture, Uncategorized
It is the job of some to do the work for all. This I understand. Yet I am left wondering about too many, eyes averted from the truth, blinking like newborns at the brilliance of the sun, backing away into the shadows, scheming. How to take back our humanity, discovery...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 3, 2012 | community, lifestyle, peace, philosophy, politics, Uncategorized
Tomorrow our nation will celebrate its roots and we ourselves will go in search of a fireworks display. Some of my fondest memories are of lying supine on velvety summer grass, gasping at vibrant hues exploding over my head. Hearing someone’s toddler gasping,...
