VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
January 10

Bonnet Ladies Ironing
A kiss can be a comma,
A question mark,
or an explanation point!
That's basic spelling
Every individual ought to know.



Well I managed about 2 miles on the bike tonight in one setting I really would like to get up to about 5 and then 10, my goal for the month is 5 and the month is almost a third of the way done so I better get to pushing myself more than I have been.


"The kindest way of helping yourself is to find a friend."
-Ann Kaiser Stearns-


when you can make someone else happy that has to be the greatest payment, it's not in the monetary value of things but in the honesty of your heart that it is given with. In a world where everyone looks out for only themselves it is nice to know that you do not fit that mold, that it is okay to walk alone on the side of kindness and generosity. It's a good feeling I have.


the day lost to illness, pain, and sorrow


Sometimes you find things when you aren't even looking
Sometimes they come in
big packages
small packages
unusual packages
bright packages
and sometimes in plain brown paper
and sometimes you don't even realize they have been there for a long time


within winters cold air
I feel a change
better or worse
what shall be the course?


I wonder what you do when I am at work
I wonder why I feel it inside of me that there is another you spend your night with
I wonder why I feel it so strong.

The wind is cold
the days passing without meaning
another one passes
no hope
lost with the winds of winter


There once was a song, titled 500 Miles From Home. I was thinking of it today and thinking of where my home is. Is it here where I live or 3000 miles away in the heart that holds mine, like some unforeseen force, compelling me to hold the beautiful moments in my memory?

Can home be where you have never been? Is it where your feet rest for the day, or is it in your mind where there is love, and understanding to hold you through the nights. Dreams of tomorrow and a future unknown?

Where is home in the heart or in the cold reality of life?


Touch me

Feel my skin, the warmth of it. The softness

See me
The Sparkle that comes to my eye. The Smile

Smell me
Breathe deeply, My gentle scent comes to you

Taste me
My lips are coated with the sweetest nectar

Hear me
My words are not meaningless


Everything has got a moral if you can only find it.
- Lewis Carroll -