by Bela Johnson | Oct 22, 2025 | food, freedom, healing, lifestyle, Uncategorized
What heals one body may harm another.The raw becomes too cold for the weary stomach,the stillness too rigid for the restless heart. Even meditation can bruise the spiritif what we need is to walk, to breathe,to kneel in the garden’s forgiving dirt. Food is medicine,...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 20, 2025 | earth witness, people, regeneration, relationships, Uncategorized
There are confusing encounters, leaving one gaspingfor breath, the mind grasping for understanding;such is the nature of life and death—the latter being more recent in my world of experience. I eschew addictions, just as they are soughtto resolve what seems...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 16, 2025 | awakening, earth witness, Observations, regeneration, Uncategorized
Late tonight my body longs for the balm of sleep,the oblivion of dreams—yet awareness flareslike a just-struck match; ideas rumble and roll.I am not beset by worry, but by the bright acheof knowing how brief it all is—this speck in eternitywe call life, the amazing...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 15, 2025 | earth witness, philosophy, poetry, regeneration, Uncategorized
More growth coming, and I breathe deep, knowing why I am here, why you are here, why we so rarely recognize the miracle; We are not in this togetherin the sense of waiting upon othersfor our own self realization; These are not times for preachers or spiritual...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 13, 2025 | nature, philosophy, regeneration, Uncategorized
This morning the wind carriesa music older than memory,older than the borders drawnto divide what was oncesimply Earth, breathing; I walk the garden in silence,feet on too-dry soil, and I pay tributeto the ones who have always knownhow to listen—to rain as ally,to...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 12, 2025 | Field notes, self awareness, Uncategorized, writing, Writing reflection
What have you been putting off doing? Why? Maybe it isn’t procrastination at all, maybe it’s gestation; perhaps I’ve been waiting for the ground inside me to turn soft and loamy; for what once felt like obligation can become devotion again, and this I know; If I have...
