by Bela Johnson | Oct 12, 2019 | lifestyle, nature, perspective, philosophy, self awareness, Uncategorized
Before the brief but long breath of lifetimes was profound silence, and if sounds were apprehended, they were but whispers compared to the chaos most have come to accept as the new normal; Before memory, arrived humans and wild creatures and whooshing winds, lapping...
by Bela Johnson | Sep 4, 2019 | perspective, philosophy, psychology, self awareness, spirituality, Uncategorized
ETHERIC Activate, move! Directions barely registered in that middle place between worlds; life in the ethers more familiar, more desirable than this constant adjusting; bold when she should choose circumspection; equally withdrawn when action seems desirable,...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 20, 2019 | mindfulness, nature, philosophy, self awareness, spirituality, Uncategorized
The sea rolls out and cannot pause long before once again seeking the safety of the shoreline; children leave home until they sprout sturdy wings of their own, only to one day return older, perhaps wiser, with appreciation of rootstock and richness of the nurturing...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 13, 2019 | gardening, musings, philosophy, photography, self awareness, Uncategorized
I don’t know how I swallowed the myth that life would ease with age, itself, the oncoming traffic of debts and obligations never slows; in fact it seems sped up as we work at carving out time away to regain sanity lost in forgetting that all is illusion; still,...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 27, 2019 | nature, Puget Sound, self awareness, Uncategorized
I am disinclined to travel these days, preferring to remain in the half-acre gardens I have created with my own hands these past five years. Yet on the spur of the moment, I agreed to a three-week house and pet sitting gig for dear friend in one of my favorite places...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 11, 2018 | inspiration, nature, philosophy, poetry, self awareness, Uncategorized
Be the hero of your own life, gathering disparate threads as a spider weaves her tapestry into patterns collected in perfect symmetry, harnessing dewdrops of morning, bright dawn of a new day; Bending not breaking through the winds of change, then radiating like a...
