VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
March 24

"Be aware of wonder. Live a balanced life — learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some."
- Robert Fulghum -

2006

When you have music in your heart your feet are lighter and your head is held higher. When the lyrics no longer linger, and the melody is gone, you will find that you are filled with doubt and sorrow. So always listen for the music, listen for it in the wind, from some small bird, or a wind chime in the distance, in the chatter of a child, or the hum of a wheel turning, always keep the music in you somewhere.

2005

"Great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together."
- Vincent van Gogh -

2004

had to dust today, little things caught my eye and brought forth wonderful memories, the lighthouse box with a flat penny, a country crock marked dreams, with a little note from long ago, with words I long to know again, a silly blue eyed clown sitting watching always, a white teddy bear, named Teddy W, a Yellow bunny that once hung on an Easter Basket, a little silver can holding an April bear, The beanie crab, and then the heart shaped picture, that still sits on my desk, no matter how many times I have tried putting it away. I wonder why I cannot let lose of these memories and move forward, and then again I know why, it's a four letter word

2003

some days I only think of him for a few moments at a time, and at other times he is all that is on my mind, I wonder why I cannot shake the last image, why I cannot close my heart again and forget like I have done all that is in the past, why can't I find closure.

2002

it seems as though I can't sit still for long, I am bored with everything I do, no matter what it is, even sleep is elusive, like so many elusive things in my life, it is just another passing moment of restlessness.

2001

Out of the strain of the Doing, Into the peace of the Done.
- Julia Louise Woodruff -

2000

Through the sky he soars,
swooping low towards the ground
search for the food he has found
then with wings flapping with a silent roar
he alights upon the breeze
and finds a comfortable spot within the trees

1999

A Friend lost his mother some years back
We discussed how he felt, and how it changed his life.
Looking me in the eyes he told me
...When mama died all my brothers and sisters were there to carry the coffin, and then dig through her things
...Where were they when she was alive, he had asked
...The oldest sister took the dishes and the silverware
...A brother took the piano and the rocker
...Little sister took mama's jewels
I asked and what did you receive
...The most precious, the most valuable, material item, mama owned
...The Family Bible, he said quietly while lifting it from the table
The pages were yellowed and curled, the black binding torn just a bit, and the gold lettering worn to where you could no longer see the Title, It looked old and worn, well used.
...Mama recorded every birth
...Mama recorded every death
...Mama carried this with her every Sunday morning, and on Saturday nights instead of television she would gather us around her and read from it verse by verse
...You know what he asked looking up at me
My reply, came back kind of tearful, what? I asked.
...The Dishes are all broken,
...The silverware bent and misplaced.
...The rocker sold to an antique dealer,
...The piano to a second hand store.
...The jewels went to a pawn shop when sis was down on her luck
I then knew he was right, it's not the material things but what one small book can give, memories, for years beyond our life times, all in one small book

1998

The wind whispers outside my window
calling my name
beckoning me to drift away with it
demanding I acknowledge it's presence

How my feet want to follow
to carry me away like a feather in the storm
to lead me away from this
to the unknown that

The wind chills me to my bones
making me rethink my direction
forbidding me from moving
leaving me behind

1997

Ignorance is the night of the mind, but a night without moon and star. - Confucius -