by Bela Johnson | Feb 25, 2014 | creativity, happiness, musings, personal, philosophy, Uncategorized
Although generally settled in my skin or in the garden, occasionally I discover, quite surprisingly, that I am also skilled at manufacturing worry. I wonder if it’s the challenge of many creative types at this time of life, where we find ourselves at the juncture...
by Bela Johnson | Feb 18, 2014 | animals, lifestyle, nature, personal, random thoughts, Uncategorized
I have never managed to save one, not that I haven’t tried. All my life I have discovered fledglings, either crowded out of the nest or cast out, or injured in the attempt to gain instant knowledge of flight. As a child it was neighborhood cats who preyed upon...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 28, 2014 | family, personal, poetry, Uncategorized
She drops down, swipes over polished floors, repeating back and forth motions, elbows cracking, jaw set and grimaced. It would be, could be zen, though it’s clearly frustration in motion, the drudgery of repetition maintained for decades. I, too, witnessed the...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 21, 2014 | food, lifestyle, psychology, random thoughts, Uncategorized
Every day around three or four, I get hungry. When I tap into my core, it’s not so much that I’m ravenous; rather it feels like there is a need I’m trying to fill, and food is most convenient. Perhaps you share my sentiments. If I harken back to...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 16, 2014 | happiness, lifestyle, philosophy, poetry, relationships, Uncategorized
What was important then empties into bleakness as we relax now, savoring moments inside skin; dropping defenses if we are lucky, losing the act if we are smart so that others may access our heart. What is it about the young, pushing against, away – only...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 14, 2014 | musings, people, personal, poetry, Uncategorized
Regarding me over bins of oatmeal and millet, not comprehending choices – where is the plain, brown, recognizable? Offer of assistance precipitates wonder: Do I work there? Perhaps, and one never knows another’s motives, What qualifies me to answer?...
