by Bela Johnson | Feb 16, 2023 | musings, perspective, philosophy, self awareness, truth, Uncategorized
The white hot truth is no truth at all,save the passionate conviction that a thingis real to one, and little can convincea person of its opposite, though mindsare opening all around me these days,lovely multicolored parachutes waftingdown out of the ethers like the...
by Bela Johnson | Sep 17, 2021 | human interest, lifestyle, perspective, self awareness, Uncategorized
The concert grand stands indifferentlyin a palatial room built to house it;Hardly anyone spends time here,admiring frescoes and French lace,worn Italian club chairs gatherin around no one, empty opulencemarking privilege of the lostand missing inhabitants; Halfway...
by Bela Johnson | Feb 8, 2021 | animals, desert life, lifestyle, nature, self awareness, Uncategorized
Winding down the mountain road, layers obviate themselves; Ponderosas and then cottonwoods and aspens on either side, the Vallecitos River winding along now-fallow fields, rolled or baled hay stacked near livestock, snow-capped peaks in the distance, mountains beyond...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 13, 2020 | musings, nature, philosophy, self awareness, Uncategorized
A vast ocean casts itself into view, each wave thunders to shore as if it had always known; black sand responding, surrendering to the current, an entire unseen world existing under the sea. I don’t even recognize who looks out from my eyes some days, I know so...
by Bela Johnson | May 17, 2020 | musings, philosophy, self awareness, Uncategorized
Once in a great while I detect glimpses, sensations, impulses; what it felt like, those intrepid days of youth, out of the house, seeding my own liberation, or so I thought; I could dress up, casting spells upon the dance floor, long wavy auburn hair flowing about me,...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 4, 2020 | nature, philosophy, self awareness, Uncategorized
A light shaft slices down the lane through the truffled cover of night, bouncing heaven-first to shoulders, traveling the length of my spine to the tips of chilled fingers, then perceived again clearly through another’s warmed skin, like holding a...
