VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
March 27

"Every redeemed one will understand the ministry of angels in their own life. The angel who was their guardian from their earliest moment.
- E.G. White -


"To live in the presence of great truths and eternal laws, to be led by permanent ideals - that is what keeps a man patient when the world ignores him, and calm and unspoiled when the world praises him."
- Honore De Balzac -


"Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves."
- Romans 12:10 -


guess I should find some interest in the Vistas again, I've written my thoughts each day but can't even recall when the last time I uploaded them. Maybe I should do that today. but I have to ask myself why? Why do I write these words for the world to see? Maybe I should keep everything to just me.


still in a haze but the pain has let up some, maybe some day the headaches will finally go away. but like so many other some day's I think and believe will come, hope slips silently away with all the tears that fall.


I'm traveling in a void.


If you would hold my hand, I would hold yours in return and the strength of know there is another would be enough. That is what you must understand, alone there is no anchor


there is going to come a day that this fear will leave me, this sadness depart my view, and then what will I have?


I was drawn to the words
as a Moth is to the flame
Tenderness in foolish games


Where are my thoughts today?

I'm thinking of witches that read between the lines, and don't see what is really there, but what they want to be there. I'm so tired of everyone telling me what I'm thinking, how I'm thinking and why I'm thinking what I'm thinking. It's important that they know that I am me, I'm not going to allow them to change me to form me to fit their mold, because I am me. If they are unhappy with me then it must be their problem not mine, if I do not please them but please myself instead, who is wrong? I am the one who lives in side this mind not they. For I am me. Why must we always be judged, why can't we just be accepted for what we are and who we are and why we are when we are. I am me, I scream! I am me, do not try to alter my feelings, do not try to think for me, for I am me!


If you haven't forgiven yourself something, how can you forgive others?
- Dolores Huerta -