by Bela Johnson | Feb 14, 2017 | love, philosophy, photography, Uncategorized
Today I took a notion to look up love in the thesaurus; to investigate, inquire, elucidate, and perhaps pontificate on the kinds and qualities and misappropriations and justifications for using this word for a feeling. After all, it’s such a very big word. It’s so...
by Bela Johnson | Feb 7, 2017 | lifestyle, musings, nature, philosophy, psychology, Uncategorized
Do you ever wish things were other than they are? I sometimes indulge in fantastical ruminating more than I’d like, and should know better. Some days are so fraught with challenges, I must force myself to look outside and acknowledge that the day is simply a day; a...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 31, 2017 | personal, philosophy, psychology, Uncategorized
My ex-husband used to tell me that there are many kinds of love. This in response to my frustration that he couldn’t make up his mind, or rather his heart. I should have read the signs right there and then, faced the disappointing truth that he would always desire...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 24, 2017 | lifestyle, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
Growing up white in mid-century, upper middle class southern California was very much like a popularity contest. If one were thin, preferably blond and fairly liberal with one’s affiliations, life moved along much as well oiled cogs in a gear. My own hair when I...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 17, 2017 | musings, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
These days I feel like cousin to a pelican – ponderous creatures relying on thermals to gather them along as they soar above the sandy shores of the California coastline where I grew up. Rarely alone and most often in small groups, pelicans possess a sharpshooter’s...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 10, 2017 | lifestyle, nature, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
Fanning the still air, back and forth, back and forth, alchemist palming the blue fire of potential; it stifles me, this heat, blood clearly not meant for boiling. Tools line up like minions awaiting my grasp; mute, dumb things without which this half-acre garden...
