by Bela Johnson | May 7, 2023 | desert life, lifestyle, nature, rivers, Uncategorized
Adrift in the flow of it all, I barely knowwhen night turns her face to the sunthese days, so many springtime pursuits,and there are streams that beckon, flowingwildly as long as snowmelt from higheraltitudes drives water down the BorrachaCanyon into the settlement of...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 26, 2023 | human interest, personal, perspective, psychology, suicide, Uncategorized
Maybe what he had inside was genius,little freckled boy face, eyes looking outat a world that was senseless at times,the hero father filled with his own demons,no time to self regulate nor a modelto follow, as all boys need, as we all do,and anger, fear and...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 19, 2023 | high desert, lifestyle, nature, New Mexico, perspective, Uncategorized
Here in the mountains night creatures roam, day has notyet stretched rays of sunlight over the land, birds are stilltucked tightly into tree branches, tiny beaks buried in fluffybreast down, eyes closed as they breathe in rhythmstoo subtle to notice, dreaming dreams...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 14, 2023 | awakening, dreaming, healing, inspiration, nature, Uncategorized
Reduced now to ashes, I rise from the fires of transformationagain and again, and it gets wearying sometimes, all this deathand resurrection, so many incarnations within one lifetime,and occasionally I struggle with perceptions of others,the young simply trying to...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 11, 2023 | awkening, lifestyle, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
I went back not in time, but in topographical memory,to a place where leaves swirl and tumble into crosshatchednetworks of red and gold and green, lying still as delayedspringtime in roadside piles, now in varying shadesof umber, sienna, ochre and dun, fashioning soil...
by Bela Johnson | Mar 24, 2023 | desert life, high desert, nature, Uncategorized, wildlife
Today I saw a mountain lion, absentwas my phone or camera, and I might nothave thought of those anyway, rapture beingthe single emotion that leapt in my heart; She was hunkered close to the ground,casting the dogs and me a backward glancewith a twitch of her long,...
