by Bela Johnson | Nov 15, 2025 | acceptance, consciousness, forgiveness, healing, Uncategorized
There has never been a dayI felt fully up to the task of being alive.Enough feels like a mirage—shimmering, almost within reach—then gone,the moment I think I’ve grasped its edge. First there was the Church,then the long descent into depth psychology,arriving on the...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 12, 2025 | Uncategorized
The burning sun lifts its bald headover thick morning foliage,shining equally on your world and mine—miles apart, yet touched by the same fire. But even light cannot enterthe closed circuits of blood and marrow,those private tides that flow unseen,nor can it steady...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 11, 2025 | culture, daily_prompt, memoir, Uncategorized
Daily writing promptWho is the most famous or infamous person you have ever met?View all responses When I was sixteen,I worked at a local radio stationthat hosted some of the biggest names in the business—deejays like Casey Kasem and Bob Eubanks,both of whom would...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 11, 2025 | Uncategorized
11:11 again.I almost missed it—rapid scrolling,morning ritual, catching up or taking a pulseof the Collective on this blustery Tuesday morn,filling yet another hour with what passesfor connection. But the numbers draw me,hold me, as I scroll internally nowthrough...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 10, 2025 | earth witness, impermanence, stewardship, Uncategorized
We walk on borrowed ground,measuring our days in square inchesand fiberglass window screens, forgetting that time—real time—moves in the unleashing of lava flows,in the slow polish of river stone. We may call this progress as we paveover ancient burial sites,the...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 9, 2025 | inspiration, Uncategorized
What am I sensing,that I cannot yet name? Perhaps this sensing stirs first,beneath language—a pulse in the rootsbefore the rain arrives. Maybe it’s the hush before recognition,the body knowingwhat the mind is still fumbling toward. Light gathers behind the eyelids—a...
