by Bela Johnson | Jul 18, 2017 | family, musings, philosophy, self awareness, spirituality, Uncategorized
I grew up amidst plenty, Depression-era lack transformed into expensive Japanese silk paintings hung above a cut glass table, black lacquer chairs, raw silk seats reserved for holidays unfit for seven children, dreams of people I never really knew, though they...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 12, 2017 | love, Uncategorized
Who knows which of us first decided to move on it, heed the call, answer the pounding pulse in full presence of the other; The heart I hold tender yet firmly in these cupped gardener’s hands is revealed without guile, a fistful of manna, food for the gods...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 7, 2017 | creativity, musings, personal, poetry, Uncategorized, writing
Quill pressed to vellum and the raven liquid bleeds onto the page, seeping into parchment as words impress themselves on minds of those who seek elucidation; There is no turning back save the alchemy of fire, while a mere century later, fingers snap plastic keys as a...
by Bela Johnson | Jul 3, 2017 | community, lifestyle, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
The best intentioned among us can become discouraged at the apparent hijacking of governments by corporations and special interests of the financially privileged. Yet if vigilant, one can witness changes being made at grass roots levels, mostly because people are...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 29, 2017 | healing, lifestyle, philosophy, Traditional Chinese Medicine, Uncategorized
My daughter Amanda is a gifted healer who practices acupuncture. She is adept at herbal compounding as well and conducts consultations by phone. She has also begun to write articles that you might find of interest – so consider following this blogsite,...
by Bela Johnson | Jun 27, 2017 | philosophy, psychology, suicide, Uncategorized
He strapped a noose around his neck, in truth we heard it breaking; his dress and mode in retrospect reflected tender aching; I wonder why they cannot see or hear the cries and mourning, before life turns on that thin dime wherein the soul is yearning to simply be...
