by Bela Johnson | Jan 3, 2017 | Hawaii, lifestyle, musings, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
Rain rolls in fits and starts down the runnels of the grey metal roof, clinking onto metal strata, bouncing off plywood placed just so to prevent the elder Lab from setting teeth to soil, who knows why, lately it’s his thing, no harm, only odd in his well-provisioned...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 27, 2016 | philosophy, relationships, Uncategorized, writing
All my life I’ve struggled with the spoken word. Anytime I engage in conversation, I’ve got a litany of words streaming through my head, Matrix-like, and must sort through them in order to ensure what I’m about to say lends proper weight, meaning, gravitas. At the...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 20, 2016 | personal, philosophy, psychology, relationships, Uncategorized
Can one provision for events and circumstances unseen, foil against unknown futures? Is preparadness wise, as Girl Scouts and Depression-raised parents tried inculcating, though lessons failed to adhere to a slippery consciousness, ready for life on the edge of a...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 13, 2016 | Hawaii, healing, lifestyle, musings, nature, Uncategorized
I do not flourish in chaos, though some thrive completely therein; I’ve caused and I’ve witnessed the sorrows that settle just under the skin; You may tempt me or taunt as it pleases, that is your need, not mine to behold; I prefer and I cherish the spaces in deep...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 6, 2016 | lifestyle, nature, Uncategorized
I recall these cakes of dry earth, so tight they could barely admit the rains once they finally arrived; nearby trenches termed ‘washes,’ because that’s what happens to stormwater once it comes, as it does, unpredicted; without warning, thunderheads gathering on...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 29, 2016 | lifestyle, musings, nature, philosophy, psychology, Uncategorized
We live, we learn, we dream ourselves awake into this life, unfurl curling brain stems in the brilliance of day (not the inky blackness of night, save Cereus, her beauty known only to those willing to stumble onto her luminous crown, mind the thorns, all beauty has...
