by Bela Johnson | Sep 23, 2014 | lifestyle, musings, philosophy, poetry, relationships, Uncategorized
What is trust but insidious risk cloaked in a tender blanket of intimacy until violated; no return to desirable templates. Is it instinct to gamble where, combined with a heart’s deep yearning for acceptance and the purest love, we shed peril at the feet of the...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 24, 2014 | lifestyle, musings, philosophy, poetry, relationships, Uncategorized
What kind of honesty obfuscates anger where allies become enemies in a heartbeat, decimating one another with a smile? How to winnow facts from confusion, being truthful as well as kind, increasing both wisdom and discernment? Best to model intention and...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 1, 2014 | inspiration, musings, personal, philosophy, relationships, Uncategorized
Being married to a builder for many years, I cannot look at a bathtub spout without likewise intuiting the plain galvanized pipe that lies at its center, conveying both hot and cold water from their respective copper pipes and sources to that vessel of respite at the...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 25, 2014 | lifestyle, love, personal, poetry, relationships, Uncategorized
He rolls over, nestles into her back; warm, soft hands cupping bony ribs, slack belly, full hips. Years they have lain this way, waning dancers in the twilight. She turns, his synchronized movements practiced upon nights beyond number; limbs flailing, twisting,...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 4, 2014 | family, musings, personal, poetry, relationships, Uncategorized
It’s complicated. I think of her lying in bed alone, ridged shit-stained fingernails and the blue bulge of veins under translucent skin; bony hands curved inward, silently cursing agility they can no longer manage. Silk lily of the valley embedded in white...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 16, 2014 | happiness, lifestyle, philosophy, poetry, relationships, Uncategorized
What was important then empties into bleakness as we relax now, savoring moments inside skin; dropping defenses if we are lucky, losing the act if we are smart so that others may access our heart. What is it about the young, pushing against, away – only...
