by Bela Johnson | Oct 17, 2026 | Uncategorized
The sweet sleep of nightbeckons us, children of starlight,into its welcome, inky embrace. We do not resist, and go willingly into that unknown world of dreams. Like small bats tucked into little pukas in the craggy walls of a cool cave, we settle in and in, until that...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 15, 2026 | Uncategorized
Walking around the house this morning,rolling the lyrics of Neil Young’s Southern Manaround in my head,I’m struck by how surreal it seemsthat six decades after the civil rights movementand Martin Luther King Jr.,the themes remain eerily familiar. Some people are still...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 13, 2026 | Uncategorized
It’s remarkable, the contrast. Just a few years ago,near enough that I can still perceive it,I needed to control. Gather in. Assess. Amend.Demand more of myself than I could handle.Old habit, pushing it.Trying to force time to bend to my will. Somewhere along the...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 10, 2026 | Uncategorized
There is a time in life for everything. Watching your lover sleep, that perfect bud of a mouth resting against the pillow, vibrant hair like a halo around an angel’s face. There is such beauty in youth. Such radiance. We can hardly help being captivated by it. But...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 7, 2026 | Uncategorized
Sometime around 1965,in the wee hours of morning,all nine of us, including my mother,who rarely joined her childrenon forays into nature,piled into the metallic tan station wagonwith the backseat facing the rear windowand headed for the harbor at San Pedro. Spilling...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 6, 2026 | Uncategorized
It was 1974. I needed to get away. I was working in Maine, in a country inn. And I met a woman who actually lived nearby. We met because she had a small green MG convertible sports car that I desperately wanted to purchase. She was experiencing life-crisis times, and...
