by Bela Johnson | Oct 24, 2025 | belonging, creativity, motherhood, Uncategorized, writing
“Peace does not mean to be in a placewhere there is no noise, trouble, or hard work.It means to be in the midst of those thingsand still be calm in your heart.”— Anonymous Wisdom, it turns out,can live on a refrigerator magnet.I needed these words —after a month...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 12, 2025 | Field notes, self awareness, Uncategorized, writing, Writing reflection
What have you been putting off doing? Why? Maybe it isn’t procrastination at all, maybe it’s gestation; perhaps I’ve been waiting for the ground inside me to turn soft and loamy; for what once felt like obligation can become devotion again, and this I know; If I have...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 11, 2018 | musings, nature, perspective, poetry, Uncategorized, writing
There is an economy in words, blunted kindergarten shears in the hands of an earnest student, shaping patterns already memorized in forest and field; A poet’s dilemma as nature herself spreads and grows, chaos becoming her in forest and glade, streams crashing,...
by Bela Johnson | May 3, 2018 | creativity, perspective, Uncategorized, writing
What do I want to Do with my life? To explore and explode a thousand thoughts and color-filled words that spill out and scramble for the page … Confusion! It’s all I want, and then the pictures begin scrolling, rolling on the insides of my eyelids and I am...
by Bela Johnson | Feb 27, 2018 | nature, perspective, poetry, Uncategorized, writing
The grit of metaphor grinds slowly, chafing the brain until words emerge, runaway horses on the plains of pages, hooves pounding sentiments, grafting meaning onto senselessness resulting, it is hoped, in broadening context for eyes to behold, reversing imprints from...
by Bela Johnson | Feb 13, 2018 | nature, perspective, philosophy, Uncategorized, words, writing
The strike of keys to paper replaced now by snapping buttons on white screens; still the thoughts stream onto glass which fractures in the light of reason; all the comely hues of morning, dawning of ideas as horizons, split into...
