by Bela Johnson | Jun 28, 2016 | personal, random thoughts, self awareness, Uncategorized
Birthdays and holidays have always been tricky for me. These are occasions where we indulge in the pleasure of being remembered by those we love, times we can feel a bit special and pampered. Or at least that’s true for many women I know, some givers to the point of...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 5, 2016 | philosophy, psychology, random thoughts, relationships, self awareness, technology, Uncategorized
I believe I understand them now, years into life, no going back to mumble ‘Aha!’ or alter a quip, an eye-roll, internal judgments of the simply humans who brought me into this life; A child knows all, we wax wiser than they, are meant to drive the world forward,...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 19, 2016 | love, people, personal, self awareness, Uncategorized
who seems too pious for the picking and more like Vermeer’s Girl, something suggested only as if she knows she’s goddess, while the other is bent toward God; I am not one of those who harbors yearning for the unresponsive, though I understand the predilection. Still,...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 22, 2015 | nature, philosophy, science, self awareness, Uncategorized
What is this voluminous vibration jarring me from deep slumber; scratch the veneer and raw terror is unleashed unnameable, reminding me of self imposed limitations in a universe hardly vast enough to contain what is termed consciousness, Is there a plan, save for...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 8, 2015 | lifestyle, mindfulness, philosophy, self awareness, Uncategorized
In a brief respite from being Me, I discover possiblities inherent in the unlimited; perspectives only hinted at from far edges of consciousness during the best of times. In a momentary pause from self identification, I sit writing this now, afraid without trembling...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 1, 2015 | nature, philosophy, self awareness, Uncategorized
Closing the door or chapter: the irony! What is yearned for quickly rejected out of hand, a cicada fighting to hold onto popping skin, the unexpected folded twenty stuck absentmindedly into deep wool of winter pockets, only to reveal itself a miracle upon rediscovery...
