VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
January 16

"For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ; that every one may receive the things done in his body, according to that he hath done, whether it be good or bad."
-2 Corinthians 5:10-

"Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see."
-Mark Twain-

2006

I'm so frustrated with things at work. It seems that no matter what, someone else has to make me look bad or tends to mess up the things that drive me nuts. Oh well

2005

"All that is necessary to break the spell of inertia and frustration is this: Act as if it were impossible to fail."
- Dorothea Brande -

2004

it's ironic that within the course of 24 hours nothing can be recalled, nothing significant happens that there is no reflection. Thinking back to the last hours spent, how were they spent. work, drive home..the red tailed hawk..home..puppy happy...e-mail..nap..day done

2003

short verse, long curse
little voice, big choice

2002

tired,
worn,
exhausted,
fatigued,
sleepy,
why?

2001

Trust your instinct to the end, though you can render no reason.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson -

2000

I feel as though I am dead

1999

Spinning,
That how I feel,
Nothing makes sense
Confusion

Judgments
No trial
Where is the justice?
Why?
Who cares?

Loneliness
No arms to hold
No hand to touch
Cold
Isolated

Fatigue
Tired, I'm so tired
No answers
More failures
Spinning

That's where my thoughts are today.

1998

I heard today that sparrows fly in flocks as do the geese and the ducks. But the eagle soars alone.

This caused me to think, am I like the duck flying in a set group and a set pattern. Am I the sparrow, one among the multitude. Or am I the Eagle always alone.

I have always considered myself like the owl. I sit and watch, observing the world around me. Listening and learning, taking flight when frightened, attacking when hungry.

Right now I am both frightened of what tomorrow will bring, but also hungry for it. Will I attack the day or take flight.

1997

One must be poor to know the luxury of giving.
- George Eliot -