by Bela Johnson | May 8, 2013 | family, personal, poetry, relationships, Uncategorized
She doesn’t want to let me go – it’s in the blood. Like cells, we divide, move apart; couple up with others, and revel in the familiar of an original template: family. Our mother is leaving us, hysterical now with dementia. It’s fun to watch her laugh, as we...
by Bela Johnson | May 3, 2013 | philosophy, psychology, relationships, Uncategorized
From Wikipedia: the Jungian shadow often refers to all that lies outside the light of consciousness, and may be positive or negative. “Everyone carries a shadow,” Jung wrote, “and the less it is embodied in the individual’s conscious...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 25, 2013 | musings, nature, personal, philosophy, poetry, Uncategorized
I loathe cold coffee, though I find cool tea palatable. Beyond explanation, only one derives from Latin America, the other from the Orient. Perhaps entwined in the hairlike strands of my DNA lurks an obscure memory of peasants whirling; bright colors arcing...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 23, 2013 | inspiration, philosophy, popular culture, science, Uncategorized
In 1969, I was a high school freshman. Middle school had bussed me from a known quantity – a neighborhood in which I thrived with friends I’d known since kindergarten – into flights of stairs and home rooms and tennis courts and football fields and oh, so...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 18, 2013 | healing, inspiration, nature, poetry, Uncategorized
We contain it in consciousness; Remember, so we do not forget, and get on with our lives or risk drowning in despair. Each day pregnant with unknowing, we risk all by walking out the door; mingling with the masses or digging in the soil. Even there, shards of...
by Bela Johnson | Apr 16, 2013 | competition, healing, home, lifestyle, Uncategorized
There is nothing I can say that could possibly convey my feelings of sadness and horror at what happened at the Boston Marathon yesterday. The complexity of emotions, interplaying with thoughts almost too onerous to bear, needs to be worked out first, somehow. It is...
