by Bela Johnson | Aug 26, 2021 | healing, human interest, musings, nature, perspective, Uncategorized
Awake in the pre-dawn, the fields look empty,vast; wild creatures have long claimed the night,daytime unsafe for them in the companyof our species, and I know somewhere out thereis a fox leaping onto a rodent, a bear paddingtoward her den in the nearby hills, mountain...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 18, 2021 | high desert, home, nature, perspective, Uncategorized
Slipping under the covers last night, nestlinginto his sweet warmth as we both gaze, astonishedat the crystal quarter moon, hung in the twilight skyas if borrowed from a Saint-Exupéry watercolor; This morning I awaken to the morning star,ready to begin the day...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 10, 2021 | high desert, lifestyle, nature, New Mexico, perspective, Uncategorized
When first I arrived ahead of him,to put this new house in orderwhile he remained in Hawaii,finishing up what needed donein that place we had residedfor fifteen years, it was chaotic; Covid had created seeds of disorderthat have now germinatedand sprouted into some...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 4, 2021 | animals, climate change, COVID-19, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
It’s a new day, and I awaken tired,having not slept much; perceiving the fearof the collective, the hum of impendingdoom, as a worldwide virus continuesto mutate, according to a greater planthan we can imagine, and the vaccinatedamong us may actually be more...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 26, 2021 | family, Hawaii, perspective, spirituality, Uncategorized
Sometimes known as death dealers, these littlepeople of old marched through our Moloka’iliving room one night, nearly thirty years ago; My own father was visiting, as he rarely did,forced into life in the moment after receivinga prostate cancer diagnosis; hopped...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 18, 2021 | animals, climate change, desert life, gardening, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
Mysterious new things moveto the cadence of nature’s drum,the cry of destruction loudly rings;Aloha aina, care for the land,it matters not where we chooseto root ourselves, the mandateis the same: we must returnto the Garden, discover innocence lost when simple...
