by Bela Johnson | Feb 23, 2016 | musings, philosophy, poetry, spirituality, Uncategorized
Those who peer into the soul of things may offer guidance to others more easily than accessing that wisdom within. Perhaps it keeps them human. The Trickster is afoot in daily living, throwing us off-balance which, ironically, keeps us poised on our toes. It must be...
by Bela Johnson | Feb 16, 2016 | culture, lifestyle, philosophy, popular culture, spirituality, Uncategorized
It’s a tricky thing, ask for one thing, get another, just what is needed. Understood. Shake hands with fate, agree to the veiling not an ending, rather the beginnings of a new life, tabula rasa. Oh, the beauty! Tastes and smells and five, maybe six senses all...
by Bela Johnson | Feb 1, 2016 | inspiration, nature, philosophy, spirituality, Uncategorized
Circling myself now like an osprey I once observed fishing, sitting by the Union River on a chill fall day, eyes fastened upon icy grey currents, swirling and eddying under the arched bones of trees; who could guess what she saw and how, yet surely as my beating...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 27, 2015 | personal, philosophy, spirituality, Uncategorized
What I want in this moment is my future fulfilled. What I need is entirely other, is the stillness within, itself this moment, always pregnant, seldom delivered to specifications, but timely and right in its essence. ...
by Bela Johnson | Sep 1, 2015 | musings, philosophy, self awareness, spirituality, Uncategorized
When did women learn the soul bashing false humility of self abnegation? When did men first crush hearts into emotional valises, compartmental corruption of the tender qualities that endear them to us? We are free. And if we are not liberated, forgetfulness is the...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 19, 2015 | love, philosophy, spirituality, suicide, words
She wanted to end her life, this was It. Thousands of times before repeating and repeating requests unheard, the heart of the matter. What is life worth if not embracing paradox; anything less is negating its own terms, non-negotiable. Acceptance is, perhaps, what we...
