by Bela Johnson | Jan 5, 2016 | lifestyle, marriage, musings, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
To glimpse in an early morning sky painted cerulean, Venus, the Morning Star, and I know, if nothing else is certain, today the earth is rewed to herself, committed to rhythms and processes we humans take for granted, greening as she is around edges of slumber soaked...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 31, 2015 | lifestyle, nature, philosophy, Uncategorized
I miss building huge bonfires, where, in the midst of 60 acres of Maine woods with good snow cover, we would set match to paper and twig, urging spark to flame, then fanning to a crescendo of conflagration. Stepping back to avoid singeing hair and nostrils, we’d...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 29, 2015 | philosophy, politics, popular culture, Uncategorized
It is the job of some to do the work for all. This I understand. Yet I am left wondering about too many, eyes averted from the truth, blinking like newborns at the brilliance of the sun, backing away into the shadows, scheming. How to take back our humanity, discovery...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 22, 2015 | nature, philosophy, science, self awareness, Uncategorized
What is this voluminous vibration jarring me from deep slumber; scratch the veneer and raw terror is unleashed unnameable, reminding me of self imposed limitations in a universe hardly vast enough to contain what is termed consciousness, Is there a plan, save for...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 8, 2015 | lifestyle, mindfulness, philosophy, self awareness, Uncategorized
In a brief respite from being Me, I discover possiblities inherent in the unlimited; perspectives only hinted at from far edges of consciousness during the best of times. In a momentary pause from self identification, I sit writing this now, afraid without trembling...
by Bela Johnson | Dec 1, 2015 | nature, philosophy, self awareness, Uncategorized
Closing the door or chapter: the irony! What is yearned for quickly rejected out of hand, a cicada fighting to hold onto popping skin, the unexpected folded twenty stuck absentmindedly into deep wool of winter pockets, only to reveal itself a miracle upon rediscovery...
