by Bela Johnson | Nov 7, 2025 | perspective, poetry, process, shadow, Uncategorized
My ego is not an animalthat needs feeding; the placeyou can touch is my heart —but please go gently,with due respect. You need only possessa genuine concernfor the inner person,fragile being not unlike yourself —fellow traveler throughthis brief burst in eternity. You...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 1, 2025 | healing, poetry, process, Uncategorized
Is there an age or year of your life you would re-live? If I Could Re-Live a Year At first, the question seems silly.Why would anyone want to go back, when life has already pressed us forward through so much change, so much learning, so many quiet awakenings? Still,...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 31, 2025 | poetry, process, shadow process, Uncategorized
Do they ever get any smarter with age?That ass-grabbing Buddhist who was surehis teacher was The One, only to discoverhe, too, was an ass-grabber. Oh, sigh. He chanted om mani padme humwhile his gaze wandered,as if enlightenment were hidingbeneath some...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 28, 2025 | healing, process, shadow, Uncategorized
Raised inside rooms of too-bright light and strict rules,I learned that obedience was the language of divine love—knees bent, eyes down, a hymn to belonging. In Sunday School, we sang of angels while clippingour own wings, polishing the gleaming floor with our...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 22, 2025 | collective history, nuclear bomb, process, truth revealed, Uncategorized
Daily writing promptWhat major historical events do you remember?View all responses We were children of the fifties,taught to duck and cover—curl small beneath the desksas if our little spines and folded handsbehind heads could shield usfrom the power of the sun. I...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 18, 2025 | healing, humor, process, self awareness
How to take a shirt whose pattern I love but whose size is one smaller than thatI have worn for decades now; swimmer’strapezius giving me a wide-set backmeant for moving great waves of water past,my body cruising, seal-like, through surfwhile my spirit...
